Quotes About Emotions

But Alma thought it would kill her, this profundity of sorrow. She could not sound out the bottom of it. She had been sinking into it for a year and a half, and feared she would sink forevermore. She cried herself out on Hanneke's neck, sobbing forth the harvest of her long-darkened spirits. She must have poured a tankard of tears down Hanneke's bosom, but Hanneke did not move or speak, except to repeat, "There, there, child. It will not kill you.

My earliest memories are of fear, as are pretty much all the memories that come after my earliest memories.

Moreover, when I see Felipe fly off the handle in public, it messes around with my cherished personal narrative about what a gentle and tenderhearted guy I have chosen to love, and that, frankly, pisses me off more than anything else. If there is one indignity I shall never endure gracefully, it is watching people mess around with my most cherished personal narratives about them.

Peg could handle anything—war, catastrophe, failure, death of a relative, a cheating husband, the demolition of her beloved theater—without shedding a tear, but great moments in sports history always made her weepy.)

One thing was certain: Human Time was the saddest, maddest, most devastating variety of time that had ever existed. She tried her best to ignore it. Nevertheless, the days passed by.

Giulio and Maria have a beautiful apartment, the most impressive feature of which is, to my mind, the wall that Maria once covered with angry curses against Giulio (scrawled in black magic marker) because they were having an argument and 'he yells louder than me' and she wanted to get a word in edgewise.

but truly there were times when the sadness of this world was scarcely to be endured, and the violence of love, Alma thought, was sometimes the most pitiless violence of all. Her

Exactly because the human heart is such a mystery, love renders all our plans and all our intentions a great big gamble.

Cómo consiguen los supervivientes de una relación soportar el sufrimiento de un asunto inacabado? Desde

In India, just so you know, May 3 is National Broken Hearts Day. And in Papua New Guinea, there exists a tribe whose men write mournful love songs called namai, which tell the tragic stories of marriages which never came to pass but should have.

But to suggest that nobody ever made valuable art unless they were in active emotional distress is not only untrue, it's also kind of sick.

Then I give her a grim shake of my head and say aloud, 'This blows ass.' She nods sympathetically. She doesn't understand, but of course, in her way she understands completely.

La decepción es la ira de los débiles.

Imagine his surprise to discover that the happiest, most confident woman he's ever met was actually - when you got her alone - a murky hole of bottomless grief.

It's not difficult to compliment people in order to try to win their affections. What is difficult is to do it in the right way.

When I don't know what I'm doing, I look like I don't know what I'm doing. When I'm excited or nervous, I look excited or nervous. And when I am lost, which is frequently, I look lost. My face is a transparent transmitter of my every thought.

They come upon me all silent and menacing like Pinkerton Detectives, and they flank me—Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me their badges. I know these guys very well.

você é o que você pensa. As suas emoções são escravas dos seus pensamentos, e você é escravo de suas emoções.

Repression and denial set up elaborate games to pretend that negative thoughts and feelings are not occurring.

No te disculpes por llorar. Sin sentimientos, no somos más que robots

Jim was such a nice man. I had to give him that. (But be careful here, Angela: whenever a woman says about her suitor, He's such a nice man, you can be sure she is not in love.)

Perder o equilíbrio às vezes por amor faz parte de uma vida equilibrada.

but truly there were times when the sadness of this world was scarcely to be endured

El amor desesperado consiste en inventarse un personaje, exigir a la persona amada que lo represente y hundirnos en la miseria cuando se niega a convertirse en ese ser de ficción.