Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes my sister and I laugh so hard that we fall upon the floor, unable to speak or move, just shaking so hard that it is not clear if we are going to be able to survive our own happiness. It makes it hard to breathe.

It's not a bad thing, is it, to be strong in some ways and fragile and vulnerable in others?

Sometimes you stop seeing what the person is to the world. You only see what the person is to you.

Lizzie,' he said. It was only my name, but in it was all these different emotions at aonce. A prism in a word.

all her hates were merely fears turned around

As we grow, we learn to overcome the tendency to run and hide from ourselves and our feelings. When we feel trapped or pressured, it takes great spiritual and emotional strength to be honest.

It's true more often than we realize: each new love is built from the wreckage of the loves that came before. In Kath, Mike saw Lisa; in Art's eyes, she resembled our mother. I can't look at Mike's face without seeing Dad's. Art, to Ma, was the living ghost of Harry Breen. We love those who fit the peculiar voids within us, our hollow wounds. We love to fill the spaces the old loves left behind.

The human heart: its expansions and contractions, its electrics and hydraulics, the warm tides that move and fill it.

What a relief, that laughter! What a blessed release.

It was a lesson most people learned much earlier; that even friendship could have an undisclosed shelf life. That loyalty and affection, so consuming and powerful, could dissipate like fog.

What can a photograph mean? It seems to me, now, that it's not so much the image itself as the fact that it was kept. In my own bedroom closet are three large boxes I labeled—late one night, in a dark mood—PLUTONIUM. They are filled with my own keepsakes and very heavy, decades of living distilled down to a few potent sentiments: tenderness, longing, regret.

She took offense. Suddenly Gil Pyle's past seemed crowded with women, the ex-wives and girlfriends he mentioned casually, frequently, as though Paulette were an army pal or a drinking buddy. Wrinkled, sexless, all but irrelevant. A former woman, neutered by age.

As I prefer to see it, there has never been an epic love story that involved significant amounts of self-control.

I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters.

Having two women—one who can't know about the other, and one who must be trusted not to destroy his life—is clearly difficult for him.

When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know.

Because during trauma it is usually not safe or possible for individuals to consciously access their emotional reactions or experiences, awareness often emerges after trauma ceases." KNOWING AND NOT KNOWING ABOUT TRAUMA: IMPLICATIONS FOR THERAPY

Behavioral memories of trauma remain quite accurate and true to the events that stimulated them.

None of us are at the end of what we experience. It may feel like we are at times the target of sorrow or of anger, but these things must pass through us if we want to survive them. We cannot keep joy to ourselves or love hidden away. Nor can we harbor pain so deep that it takes root. We can set the love we have inside our hearts free to be enjoyed by those we hold dear. We have in us the power to reshape

I know not whether you can make me happy, she concluded to Wortley; you have convinced me you can make me miserable. That

If you kiss on the first date and it's not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes it's better to hold out and not kiss for a long time. I am a strong believer in kissing being very intimate, and the minute you kiss, the floodgates open for everything else.

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

Sometimes you have an idea of a person — about who they are, about what you'd be like together. But sometimes that's all that it is: an idea. And for so long, I have been afraid that I loved the idea of Emily more than I will ever be capable of loving anyone real." He looked at me like the act of doing so was painful and sweet. "It was never just the idea of you, Avery.

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.