Quotes About Emotions

I used to love hospitals. That's another weird thing about me. I remember when my grandmother -- so sweet, God rest her soul -- was in the hospital, I always loved visiting her there. Very morbid memory! Most people hate hospitals. And I'm not a big fan of them now, but there was something about it for me back then.

There are many stages of grief. It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way -- cracks you open to feeling. When you try to avoid the pain, it creates greater pain. I'm a human being, having a human experience in front of the world. I wish it weren't in front of the world. I try really hard to rise above it.

My parents' divorce left me with a lot of sadness and pain and acting, and especially humour, was my way of dealing with all that.

Life can be dramatic and funny all in the same day.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

Marriage brings up all the things I pushed to the back burner - the fears, the mistrust, the doubts, the insecurities. It's like opening Pandora's box.

I'm not one aspect of the human experience - none of us is.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

That's why we're not doing it again. That kind of lust gets out of control and you'll end up scorched." Lying to yourself now? It wasn't just Lyssie that would get singed. There was something about this woman that was slipping beneath his skin and stirring the embers of a part of him he'd thought long dead. He shoved that away and firmed his voice. "I'm going to be your friend and protector.

For you can't hear Irish tunes without knowing you're Irish, and wanting to pound that fact into the floor.

A couple can be quite intimate without sharing bodies - though you will likely not believe that, my Cam. But it can be true. What I feel for you is highly intense, whether you are standing next to me or living a hundred miles away. I do not have to be touching you at all to experience what I feel.

Do you mind my madness? Even if you're right that I can contain the rages, I will always be mad. I won't get better." "I know." Beth snuggled against his chest. "It's part of the very intriguing package that is Ian Mackenzie.

I'm not here to talk about my wife," he said. Ainsley's eyes were filled with anger for him. "Very well, what did you come here to talk about?" Cameron touched the top button of her dull gray afternoon dress and forced his voice to soften "I came to ask how many buttons you'll undo for me today.

Ian closed his eyes. Beth watched emotions flicker across his face, the uncertainty, the stubbornness, the raw pain he'd lived with for so long. He didn't always know how to express his emotions, but that didn't mean he didn't feel them deeply.

You never forget the love of your life, Ainsley Douglas, no matter what he did to anger you, and no matter how much time has passed.

But she couldn't read Mr. Mackenzie. He didn't let anyone behind his barriers, not easily. But when he did . . . When he did, worlds would unfold.

Oh, Danny, it's so confusing." "Not really. You're falling in love with him. Or are already in love with him." "But am I? Or just... overwhelmed?" "Love is overwhelming.[...]

Carly's lips touched his cheek. Tiger tried to pucker his in response, showing her how much he'd learned. She didn't stop weeping, so he must not have done very well.

I'm trying to teach my son mercy and restraint," Dylan said to Crosby, his voice guttural. "Because I don't have any myself.

When you lose someone you care about, it's hard to accept that the universe doesn't notice the huge void.

Mary dragged in a long breath as the kiss eased to an end, but she wouldn't look at him. Her cheeks were red, her eyes downcast. Mal put his hand under her chin, gently tilting her head up. "Don't feel shame, love. There's nothing shameful about kissing a man because you enjoy it." The look in her eyes when she finally met his gaze wasn't shame. It was defiance, and fear.

Should she pity the woman those eyes finally rested on? Or envy her? Beth's

There were lines about those eyes, of fatigue, grief, dirt in the creases, but his expression was one of good humor. "Good Lord, you did steal her." "She came willingly," Mal said. "Well, willingly enough.

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much." Beth