Quotes About Emotions

I push pain away all day, and the moment I put my arms down it walks into me and has a seat. I

I don't think you've even begun to realize all there is for you to love. And I know you better than anyone, and here's what I know about you: You have so much love to give! But I feel like you're all the time digging in the tomato bin, saying 'Where are the apples?

There is an algorithm for the way humans were designed: love and be loved. Follow it and you're happy. Fight against it and you're not. It's so simple, it's hard to understand.

He taught her one of her favorite words: hiraeth, a Welsh word that means a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that maybe never was; it means nostalgia and yearning and grief for lost places.

I wanted to keep it as small as possible, so that it would go away sooner. I needed to keep it to myself.

But if a husband needed to be away from his wife in order to live his life more fully, the wife experienced a loneliness made worse by humiliation.

When did After start? I don't remember it starting. I only remember it having arrived. Things were bad for such a long time before he left. But I miss him. I can feel loneliness in my like circulation; as constant and as irrefutable.

I don't hold Travis anymore, of course- not to read to him, or for any other reason, either. I wish I'd known that the last time was going to be the last time.

Really, sometimes she just wanted to round up all the Emerson parents in the gymnasium, line them up single file, and then go down the line, one by one, smacking each of them upside the head and yelling, "What the hell is the matter with you?

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

One's sentiments -- call them that -- one's fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or, worse still, when one betrays them does one realize their power.

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love.

You could see that her tremendous inside life, its solitary fears and fires, was out of accord with her humble view of herself; to hide or excuse what she felt was her first wish.

One can brood too much. Nostalgia can fuzz things up.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.

When you love someone, it's never over,' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.

I wouldn't have been sent back to help you, Tristan continued. I wouldn't have been made an angel if it weren't important that you live, Ivy. I want you to be mine -Ivy could hear the pain in his voice- but you're not. I am! she cried out loud. We're on different sides of a river, he said, and it's a river that neither of us can cross. You were meant for somebody else.

Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart? Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.

Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they've just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that's just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn't happen to me, I don't want to think it happens to anyone else.

We cannot control other people and their actions but we can control how we act and react to them.

Love may start out as a good feeling, but to love someone long-term is an act of the will.

I find that people aren't all one thing. One rather wishes they were for simplicity's sake, but isn't the truth that people are good and bad, simple and complicated, happy and sad, frightened and courageous? It's all a mix. We learn to take in everything about a person as disparate parts to the whole, and it's the whole that we love, even at moments when the other isn't who we wish her to be.