Quotes About Emotions

El vivir una mentira podía desgarrarte de una forma brutal y hacerte perder el control en el momento más inesperado.

It's harder to fall in love with a man when he's killing people.

Lo siento. Takata me miró a los ojos con el ceño fruncido. -Tú padre siempre me dijo que yo era un cabrón egoísta. Y tenía razón. -Tú das algo-dije suavemente-. Lo que pasa es que lo entregas a los extraños por miedo a que, si se los das a las personas que amas, lo puedan rechazar.

It never ceases to amaze me how someone can possess the world or nothing at all, and still have their happiness hinge on the small moments between them and the ones they love.

I cannot stay," he lied for me, eyes averted. "I'm only going to be here for a time, then leave you." His gaze met mine. "And I will cry when I go, because I could love you forever.

It's so much easier when everyone understands you can love two people at the same time." She flushed. "For different reasons and in different ways.

Something in me hardened, and the last of my feelings for Nick died.

It must be exhausting to be in your head, Sam once told me. I think what he must have meant was it was exhausting for him to hear about it. I exhausted him. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

It must be exhausting to be in your head, Sam told me once. I think what he must have meant was it was exhausting for him to hear about it. I exhausted him. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

Hysterics won't help." "Don't tell me what to do!" I exclaimed, my knees starting to shake. "I think best when I'm having hysterics. Just shut up and let me have them!

Soldier gave her a week or two to get over the golden haired Prince with the character of a horned toad and the soul of a slug

A mammal never forgets a bad scare; and they were mammals.

Memory is a haunting.

People didn't understand that true intimacy did not consist of sexual intercourse, which could be done with strangers and in a state of total alienation; intimacy consisted of talking for hours about what was most important in one's life.

When obsessives are given their object of desire, what do they feel? It was hard to say, really. In a sense their lives were ending; yet something else, some other life, had finally, finally begun…. Filled with so many emotions at once, it was impossible not to be confused; it was an interference pattern, some feelings cancelled, others reinforced.

Because history is the soap opera that hurts, the kabuki with real knives.

Maya felt the turbulent maelstrom of emotions inside her, stirred by all she had seen on her circumnavigation, by all that had happened and all that was going to happen... ah, the floods within her, the flash floods in her mind! If only she could accomplish the same yoking of her spirit that they had with this aquifer - drain it, control it, make it sane. But the hydrostatic pressures were so intense, the outbreaks when they came so fierce. No pipeline could hold it.

Volatile people, you can't trust them, that's the thing; and they know it. So that even if they feel remorse, it does no good, and they know that too. So they get lonely. And they feel the remorse less and less, maybe. They give up.

Bold didn't know what he felt, it changed minute by minute.

Happy and angry. Happily angry. Everything, all at once. That's life, boy. You just keep getting fuller, until you burst and Allah takes you and casts your soul into another life later on. And so everything just keeps getting fuller.

He was not her therapist now but her lover, and if you couldn't make your lover angry, then what kind of lover was he? She saw the awful bind that one was put in when one's lover was also one's therapist-- how their objective eye and soothing voice could become the distancing device of a professional manner. A man doing his job--it was intolerable to be judged by such an eye, as if he were somehow above it all, and did not have any problems himself, any emotions that he could not control.

We are more than food and drink and shelter. It seems like those should be the crucial determinants, but many a well-fed citizen is filled with rage and fear.

He did not want to be struck by her again. Or worse, denied her company.

there were extroverts who were excitable, and extroverts who were on an even keel; there were introverts who were quite emotional, and those who were not. He could immediately think of examples among the colonists of all four of the types.