Quotes About Emotions

Alice Ramsay. Ik weet nu weer wat er is gebeurd, in elk geval een beetje. Op een of andere manier... was haar dood mijn schuld - ik heb haar dat aangedaan.' Hij liet zijn tranen nu de vrije loop. 'Dat is het enige wat ik weet. Van de rest kan ik me niet veel herinneren. Het is mijn schuld dat dit allemaal is gebeurd.' - Nick

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.

In a narcissistic cathexis, you invest more energy into your ideas about another person than in the actual, objective, external person. So the man who falls in love with beauty is quite different from the man who loves a girl and feels she is beautiful and can see what is beautiful about her.

My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or magenta. But the infinite gradations of color in a fine sunset - from salmon to canary to midnight blue - left him wordless.

She wondered if the stars could sense the vibrations of human joy and wonder, of grief and despair.

I don't deserve that,' said Cadvan. 'Love isn't about deserving. It just is.

He smiles then exhales a tiny tornado. I wonder if his ribs are big enough for how he feels. His body is radiating something, but I can't tell what.

Even for the luckiest of us, life is mostly pain, with moments of happiness thrown in just to keep us vertical.

He told me to tell him all the songs that make me cry. He wanted to know my favorite books, favorite movies, if my heart was ever broken and by whom . . . He said, 'I want to know everything that makes you you.

Harris Blanchard was a terrible human being. But he was also a kid like Emily was, with a mother and a father. And his death hasn't changed my life for the better. It hasn't made Emily any more alive.

At the time, she'd been pregnant with her first child, a girl, which made her sympathize with me instead of the rich golden-haired boy with the angelic blue eyes and the premed major. I couldn't imagine anything worse, she had told me in the squad car, than losing a daughter like that.

The hurt's the same. The wound never heals. The details never fade.

She knows she doesn't. She knows everything her son took from us, because she isn't an idiot. But she survives on delusions, and the more people believe those delusions, the stronger she gets. I'm not interested in helping her feel better. She can fuck right off.

The day will only be as good as the thoughts you have.

He gave me a message for you." She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth. "What is it?" "That you are in his blood." I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood. "Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

How could such heat remain when we were not even touching?

No one can ever truly know what is in another man's heart.

The course of love was never straight.

Yet what I had learned is that love is a leap of faith. A leap that not only takes your towards the person you love but also towards the truth of yourself. Whom you love and how you love them will tell you more about yourself than anything else in this world.

What makes the terrible twos so terrible is not that the babies do things you don't want them to do --- one-year-olds are plenty good at that --- but that they do things because you don't want them to.

you can't write well with only the nice parts of your character, and only about nice things. And I don't want even to try anymore. I want to use everything, including hate and envy and lust and fear.

No entiendo por qué te empeñas en seguir escribiendo —me dijo una vez que estaba especialmente deprimida —. Da la impresión de que hacerlo te causa un enorme malestar.

It is a curious thing that people only ask if you are enjoying yourself when you aren't.

Sticks and stones may break my bones; But names will never hurt me When I die, then you'll cry for the names you called me.