Quotes About Emotions

grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost. As

He had always imagined that some sort of emotional mental equipment was meant to arrive, when he was forty-five, say, or fifty, a kind of kit that would enable him to deal with the impending loss of a parent. If he were only in possession of this equipment, he would be just fine. He would be noble and selfless, wise and philosophical. Perhaps he would even have kids of his own, and would presumably possess the kind of maturity that comes with fatherhood, the understanding of life as a process.

Hablaron muy poco de sus sentimientos mutuos, pues las frases bonitas y las expresiones cálidas eran acaso innecesarias entre amigos tan íntimos.» Thomas Hardy, Lejos del mundanal ruido

He had always imagined that some sort of emotional mental equipment was meant to arrive, when he was forty-five, say, or fifty, a kind of kit that would enable him to deal with the impending loss of a parent. If he were only in possession of this equipment, he would be just fine. He would be noble and selfless, wise and philosophical.

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.

te quiero mucho. Tanto, pero tanto... Y probablemente siempre te quiera. –Los labios de Emma le tocaron la mejilla–. Lo que pasa es que ya no me gustas. Lo siento.

Dexter, te quiero mucho. Tanto, pero tanto... Y probablemente siempre te quiera . - Los labios de Emma le tocaron la mejilla-. Lo que pasa es que ya no me gustas. Lo siento.

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

Yet there seemed to be no easy correlation between the awful grief I felt at her death and our closeness – or lack of it – in life, and it occurred to me that perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost.

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

Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.

But none of this is a surprise. I've been expecting to watch you grow older ever since we met. Why should it trouble me?

There is no panacea for this kind of loss. Just know that every day it gets the tiniest bit better-- suddenly one day you can put it in a different perspective.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

The trouble with market research is that people don't think what they feel, they don't say what they think and they don't do what they say.

Dear Moldenke, Whether or not you have feelings for me, or feelings at all, I do have feelings about you. They increased when you compared my nipples to pencil erasers. No one has been so gentle to me. The clouds are promising rain. Love, Cock Roberta.

I start thinking about life after death. I've got to quit thinking about it because it's very deep. Very deep. Sometimes you start thinking about it, and you don't feel like you want to be alive, so I don't like to get all quiet.

ROSCO: I haven't been happy with my part, Bunny. It's totally underwritten. Just listen to that last line, for instance! Who could do anything with "It's totally underwritten?" Where's the heart in a line like that? Where's the character?

Feelings sometimes grow too big to be kept within walls.

The journals may give you an opportunity to express your feelings without inviting further tables.

The things I saw and things I missed- The many, many bloody things I fucking missed- It's just another morning; another morning when I wish I wasn't here.

But there are tears in my eyes and then I can't stop crying, stood there on that practice pitch in the dark, the tears rolling down my bloody cheeks, for once in my fucking life glad that I'm alone.

You waited in the same piss for your Pete to show. He didn't so you went inside and cremated your mother. Stood alone at the front and bit the inside of your cheek until the blood wouldn't stop and the tears finally came.

Sometimes the things we do to numb the pain, only creates more pain.