Quotes About Emotions

Marriage is full of such cut-and-dry arrangements, Rhonda thought,then felt that small ache she sometimes got at the back of her skull-the one that told her she might be alone forever, not a fate that she chose but rather a fate that seemed to have been chosen for her.

I wasn't a big believer in closure. In my experience, both in my life and working with my clients, solid resolutions to conflicts, problems, or grief were elusive. I believed it was more beneficial to recognize emotions and learn to deal with them appropriately; to find ways to live with the loss rather than tie everything up with a neat little bow and pronounce you've had closure.

How to distinguish hysteria from wisteria, aftermath from ruin? There's no way to separate this evening from its dusk.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

All I know is what I wonder: Which of my feelings are real? Which of the mes is me? There is only one me I've ever really liked, and he was good and awake as long as he could be.

I guess you can be yourself, whatever that means-the best and worst of you. And they love you anyway. You can fight, but even when you're mad at them, you know they're not going to stop being your friend.

You don't know how it is. It's like I've got this angry little person inside me, and I can feel him trying to get out. He's running out of room because he's growing bigger and bigger, and so he starts rising up, into my lungs, chest, throat, and I just push him right back down. I don't want him to come out. I can't let him out.

If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.

The cadence of suffering has begun - Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

This is what I know about loss: - It doesn't get better. You just (somewhat) get used to it. - You never stop missing the people who go away. - For something that isn't there anymore, it weighs a ton.

If you're not careful, you're going to run into someone angrier than you.

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

I want to say It's okay to be a person. We're all afraid. We all get hurt. It's okay to hurt. You'd be so much more likable if you just acted human.

I know there's more in there, probably years of shit you've been smiling away and keeping down.

I'm broken, and no one can fix it. I've tried. I'm still trying. I can't love anyone because it's not fair to anyone who loves me back. I'll never hurt you... But I can't promise I won't pick you apart, piece by piece, until you're in a thousand pieces just like me.

I feel homesick for this London I left behind.

You made me feel gold,flowing too.I love you.Ultraviolet Remarkey-able.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

FINCH : Day 75 "The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

Write (this includes any thoughts I don't want to have—write them out fast so they're out of me and on the paper).

I am broken and no one can fix it