Quotes About Emotions

Blurring the line between friendship and attraction was a surefire to lose a friend.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

I don't know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don't know why I didn't love her. It's something you can't really control.

Well, because sometimes you love someone but they might not be the right person for you. That takes some time to figure out

Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn't have a lot to do with hating my job. From the bar exam through that first hellish year as an associate, Nate was my escape. And sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love? Yeah, I say. Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.

Instead of relief or gratitude, more guilt washes over me. Andy's certainly not faultless - no one ever is in a marriage

I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.

I wonder why I miss her and Dex does not. Perhaps it is because I've known her so much longer. Or maybe it's the very nature of a friendship versus an intimate relationship. When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for granted, which might be the very thing so dear about it.

The whole misery loves company thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole things happening for a reason drill.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.

Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.

I feel a sudden wave of homesickness, but not the kind that makes you sad. The kind that reminds you of who you are and where you come from.

Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life...

She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much.

As everyone applauds and sips champagne, I smile back at Rachel, thinking she got it just right. Love and friendship. They are what makes us who we are and what can change us, if we let them.

What's the point of being sad? he says. We're here now.

It's not that simple or clear-cut - and I wonder if it ever is when it comes to matters of the heart.

Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something other than the ache in my heart.

did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors.