Quotes About Emotions

The palate of hate departs, Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.

I lived on dread;

Sorrow seems more general than it did, and not the estate of a few persons, since the war began; and if the anguish of others helped one with one's own, now would be many medicines.

A face devoid of love or grace, A hateful, hard, successful face, A face with which a stone Would feel as thoroughly at ease As were they old acquaintances, —

Stands the sun so close and mighty That our minds are hot.

The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone. - Letters 1857 to Dr and Mrs Holland pg 171

I could not die with you, For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down,— You could not.

That's what the best par of life is, those days or minutes you can't ever frame or paint beforehand

it's funny how you can't exactly pick your crush. well, you can, but once it get hold of you, it's hard to shake off.

His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So, when the whole things spills, you aren't as devastated.

We are one of those couples i used to watch, thinking to myself that I'd never be on the inside of something so special. I remember reassuring myself that it probably looked nicer than it actually was, I am happy to be wrong about that.

You can love someone you mistrust.

I think to myself that when you're in love, sometimes you have to swallow your pride, and sometimes you have to fight to keep your pride. It's a balance. But when the relationship is right, you find that balance.

Someday being with Dex will be a distant memory. This fact makes me sad too. Its the initial stages of grief that seem to be worst but in some ways, Its sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they're missed in your life.

recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void...

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.

He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn - so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

I still think I love him more. It's one of those things you never know for certain because there's no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You can't quantify love, and if you try, you wind up focusing on misleading factors.

The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.

There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.