Quotes About Emotions

Every time I left our apartment to go searching for the lock, I became a little lighter, because I was getting closer to Dad. But I also became a little heavier, because I was getting farther from Mom.

Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.

there are only so many times that you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.

In adancul inimii lor, tinerii sunt mai singuri decat batranii. Am citit asta undeva, intr-o carte si mi-a ramas in cap. Poate ca e adevarat. Poate ca nu. Mai curand, tinerii si batranii sunt singuri in feluri diferite, fiecare in felul sau...

Trebuie sa marturisesc ca am capatat depresie atunci si inca mai am.

Did she feel pity for me, did she want me to suffer? The next morning she led me to the coat closet, which faces the living room, she went in with me, we were in there all day, although she knew he wouldn't come until the afternoon, it was too small, we needed more space between us, we needed Nothing Places, she said "This is what it's felt like, except you weren't here." We looked at each other in silence for hours.

What do you think is going on?' 'I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my out-sides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.

I parenti sono le persone con cui mai bisogna avere vergogna. Sbagli, I parenti sono le persone che ti fanno sentire la vergogna quando te lo meriti.

I pulled the book from him.     It was wet with tears running down the pages, as if the book itself were crying.     He hid his face in his hands.     Let me see you cry, I told him. I do not want to hurt you, he said by shaking his head left to right. It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me, I told him.     Let me see you cry.

Ik wist niet wat hij voelde want ik kende de taal van zijn gevoel niet

It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone.

Zij sprak openhartig over de mishandelingen door haar vader, en liet hem de beurse plekken zien die zelfs een huid niet kan vertonen.

I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Feeling pain is still better than not feeling, isn't it?

Brod was afraid any tears of her own would cause the walls of the old house to give way, so she sandbagged them behind her eyes, exiled them to someplace deeper, safer.

Non potevo sapere cosa stava provando, perché non potevo capire il linguaggio dei suoi sentimenti. Io non sapevo che è New York. In cinese ny è tu. Credevo che voleva dire 'Io amo tu'. E' stato allora che ho notato i poster 'I<3 NY' sulle porte, e gli strofinacci 'I <3 NY' e il contenitore per alimenti 'I <3 NY' sul tavolo della cucina

Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness.

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss.

Per la prima volta in vita mia mi sono chiesto se la vita valeva tutta la fatica che serve per vivere. Perché, esattamente, valeva la pena vivere? Che c'è di così orrendo nell'essere morti per sempre e non provare niente, non sognare niente? Che c'è di così fantastico nel provare sensazioni e far sogni?

I couldn't explain to her that I missed him more, more than she or anyone else missed him, because I could't tell her about what happened with the phone. That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

Entre dos seres existe siempre una distancia singular, infranqueable, un santuario impenetrable. Unas veces adquiere forma de soledad. Otras, de amor

What Jacob really thought: his father was an ignorant, narcissistic, self-righteous pig, too anal-retentive and pussy-whipped to grasp the extreme reaches of his hypocrisy, emotional impotence, and mental infancy. "So we're in agreement, then?" "No." "So we're agreed?" "No." "I'm glad you agree with me." But there were arguments for forgiving him, too. There were. Good ones. Beautiful intentions. Wounds.

But I loved them. I loved the truth they conveyed: that kids aren't yet able to fake it. Or they aren't yet able to conceal their disingenuousness. They're wonderful smilers, the best; but they're the very worst fake smilers. The inability to fake a smile defines childhood.