Quotes About Emotions

The door that would not open no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how long you pounded on it. The screams no one heard. Darkness, hunger, pain. Slow suffocation. One day it occurred to me that I needed to experience the same suffering he had.

She had changed the subject so quickly that I completely forgot to congratulate her. But, then again, I wasn't quite sure congratulations were appropriate for a baby who would be born to my sister and her husband. I looked up "congratulate" in the dictionary: it said, "to wish someone joy." "That doesn't mean much," I muttered, tracing my finger over a line of characters that held no promise of joy themselves.

A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much.

Jun's graceful body cuts through these childish emotions to reach the deepest place inside me.

Jealousy seems to make me suffer in the most unexpected ways.

Eternal truths are ultimately invisible, and you won't find them in material things or natural phenomena, or even in human emotions.

Eternal truths are ultimately invisible, and you won't find them in material things or natural phenomena, or even in human emotions. Mathematics, however, can illuminate them, can give them expression—in fact, nothing can prevent it from doing so.

I'd imagine you'd be uncomfortable, with your heart full of so many forgotten things." "No, that's not really a problem. A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense.

Eternal truths are ultimately invisible, and you won't find them in material things or natural phenomenon, or even in human emotions.

There, behind your heartbeat, have you stored up all my lost memories?

Acaso piensas que no son más que unos papelitos con una emulsión química en una de sus caras? Si es así, te equivocas. Son mucho más que eso. Atesoran parte de la vida de las personas. Reflejan la futilidad de un instante; la luz, el viento y el aire de un paisaje; la sonrisa y el azoramiento de la persona fotografiada, y el gozo y amor de quien toma la foto por aquello que fotografía. Por eso precisamente hacemos fotografías y por eso deben conservarse.

unable to rid herself of her memories. Poor thing.

If he had attacked me outright, I might have been able to defend myself. Instead, he exposed my secret as if offering himself to me. I was left mute, listening to my heart pounding in my chest.

I'd imagine you'd be uncomfortable, with your heart full of so many forgotten things.

A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense.

Memories are a lot tougher than you might think. Just like the hearts that hold them.

A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense.

She's always hated good-byes and as she got older she hated them even more.

IT isn't good to talk much about the weather - weather is a highly personal matter

We have been learning since we were children how to make money, buy things, build things. The whole education system is set up to teach us how to think, not to feel.

We may have forgotten how to feel. Nobody is teaching us how to live happily ever after, as we've heard in fairy tales.

The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.

Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit.

I dream of a love that is more than two people craving to possess one another.