Quotes About Emotions

Here is what happens when your mother worries: You become secretly worried. Anxiety plays in your background like bad grocery store music. You pace and count stuff and wake at night, your heart beating too fast. You pretend to be brave, and do stuff to prove you're not a scared person like she is.

Our memories and events in our lives are untidy things. We wish that we can file them away and shut the door, or wish the opposite - that they would stay forever.

I'm fine." Oh, how we love and overuse fine, our all-purpose little evasion. Fine means not fine. Fine means Pity me. Fine means Don't ask.

Love was such a delicate thing, requiring tissue-paper touch and the safest place, yet there it was out in the real world, where it got battered by storms of ill will and bad circumstances and demons of your own or of other people. Love didn't stand a chance.

Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

Fury and devastation are fraternal twins.

I thought I might cry, the way you do when someone gives your some kindness when you most need it but when it seems the most surprising thing.

Some people get adoration mixed up with love, and [Juliet] was one of them.

first you're sure that love is larger than any obstacle, but then love comes to feel flimsy measured against what's been lost—family and friends and a history.

read books—devouring them with the speed of two people famished for words, ideas, and beautiful sentences that make you feel everything.

And right then I learn something very simple and fundamental about love. That it is there or it is not there. That some of our biggest troubles probably come when we try to convince ourselves it is there when it isn't, or that it isn't there when it is.

People plus people plus anger is how things can change.

One of the disappointing truths about divorce is that when you have children together, you are never free of the one you've tried so hard to leave. Never.

I was angry, you know. The kind of angry that makes you feel dangerous. Under my feet, the earth shook. I imagined how it would look when everything began to fall.

We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.

but if love wasn't just yours first, it was like cutting up and handing out your birthday cake before you blew out the candles.

Anger has grand plans that sometimes look foolish later.

Fake it till you feel it

Bitterness leads to brokenness in spirit.

If you want to heal Heal othersAnd smile or weepAt this happy reversal of fate

When I stood there, looking out the window at the raindrops and thinking of everything I lost, I forgot everything I have. When I remembered the things I have, I forgot I lost anything at all.

Although life and I are not always in love with each other, we do remain on close speaking terms.

Allow your mood to be sweet and your day will be sweet too.

How you feel after watching something indicates not what you watched but where you are at.