Quotes About Emotions

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.

But you're happy?' 'Yeah? I think I am. Are you?' 'Happier. Happyish.' 'Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.' 'It's the most we can hope for.

From an evolutionary point of view, most emotions – fear, desire, anger – serve some practical purpose, but nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost, and I felt its futility now.

The beauty of the ultrasound scan is something that only parents can appreciate, but Emma had seen these things before and knew what was required of her. 'Beautiful,' she sighed, though in truth it could have been a Polaroid of the inside of his pocket.

Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a while day to make a compilation tape, asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or T.S. Eliot or, God forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them?

Like I said, I'm fine. I don't ever think of her.' And I didn't ever think of her, except from time to time.

Às vezes era capaz de me fazer vomitar a mim próprio, a sério que sim.

Lonely' is a troubling word and not one to be tossed around lightly. It makes people uncomfortable, summoning up as it does all kinds of harsher adjectives, like 'sad' or 'strange'. I have always been well liked, I think, always well regarded and respected, but having few enemies is not the same as having many friends, and there was no denying that I was, if not 'lonely', more solitary than I'd hoped to be at that time.

The unrequited love of ones' only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn

Whenever I hear Edith Piaf sing "Non, je ne regrette rien"—which is more often than I'd like, now that I'm at university—I can't help thinking, What the hell is she talking about? I regret pretty much everything.

Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions.

I love him, she thought, I'm just not in love with him and also I don't love him.

Nevertheless she feels a great wave of affection for Dexter Mayhew. In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

And by the time the train pulls into the station, I find myself actually relieved that Emily's only a figment of my imagination.

A él le habían pasado demasiadas cosas, y a ella demasiado pocas.

that if you love someone you must set them free. Well, that's just nonsense. If you love someone, you bind them to you with heavy metal chains.

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost. Anyway, we got through it somehow.

You can't see it at the moment, 'cause all these things have just gone wrong, and you're nervous and angry about things you can't control and which aren't your fault. But if you … hang on, Charlie. I don't know. I just think there's something inside you and I love it...

Bye, Em.' 'Bye, Dex.' 'Goodbye.' 'Goodbye. Goodbye

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

she might even enjoy it. The few times that she'd gone to bed with boys she had always ended up giggling or weeping and it might be nice to try for something in between. She wondered if

Well I can tell you now that married life is not a plateau, not at all. There are ravines and great jagged peaks and hidden crevasses that send the both of you scrabbling into darkness. Then there are dull, parched stretches that you feel will never end, and much of the journey is in fraught silence, and sometimes you can't see the other person at all, sometimes they drift off very far away from you, quite out of sight, and the journey is hard. It is just very, very, very hard.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning.' 'Course I was.' 'Well why can't you be in love with me again?