Quotes About Emotions

Isabelle had cut off her toes, but sometimes she could still feel them. Maman had cut out her heart. Sometimes, she could still feel that, too.

Love isn't idiotic. It's hard and messy, confusing and wonderful. But to love and be loved... that's all that matters.

It's all about the pain, isn't it?

Your always look for the worst in people," said Love reproachfully. "And I always find it," Death said.

People drink more when they're sad.

It's good that you still cry," Isabelle whispered to her. "It's when you stop crying that you're lost.

Yet I had such joy from the words.

Ghosts are not the dead, come back from the grave to torment the living; ghosts are already here. They live inside us, keening in the ashes of our sorrows, mired in the thick, clutching mud of our regrets.

She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.

Belle's tears spilled over. "Even if I could get out of this place, I wouldn't know where to go," she sobbed. "Where is it, Lucanos? Where is my home?" The beetle sighed. He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

Life, Rose well knew, could throw some hard punches at you, but nothing hurt as much as losing a child, or seeing one of your children hurt and suffering. Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. Not good or bad fortune. Not friendships. Not even a man or a woman.

Sarcasm is the weapon of the wounded

Even the strong couldn't be strong all the time.

We must not run from our unhappiness. We must listen to it. It has much to tell us.

But then again, it's easy to love those who've done right by us, don't you think? A bit harder to love those who've done us wrong.

I'm not snapping," I snapped.

Venom can be drawn from flesh, but poisoned words lodge deep in our hearts, where no antidote can reach.

Sophie lowered her head into her hands, feeling as if she were made of the thinnest glass, so brittle and fragile that the softest tap could shatter her. She had escaped death only to come face-to-face with it once more.

Quién iba a decirme que escuchar a un chico dormido podía ser mucho más profundo que dormir con un chico.

His suffering will teach him kindness and compassion. He'll find his heart again.

Oh, my. Oh, dear," he said. "Is this also love? This terrible pain?" Belle nodded. "Love is hard. I had no idea how hard. Is it worth the pain?" "Yes," Belle said. "It is.

Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts.

Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.

I head out of the Castle van Epp, down to the Promenade. It's snowing. I take a seat high above the BQE, stare at Manhattan for a bit, and then I play. For hours. I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.