Quotes About Emotions

He appreciated and represented the intricacies of life and showed an appreciation for complex and conflicting feelings. He wasn't naïve; he knew that seeing the best in ourselves so that we can see the best in our neighbor—an act that translates into harmonious relationships—is only possible because of forgiveness.

He appreciated and represented the intricacies of life and showed an appreciation for complex and conflicting feelings.

You're the optimist all the way through, pretending to be a pessimist on the inside, because you can act like it hurts less if you say you knew all along it was going to go down like that.

Shit-damn, fuck-a-damn, fuck-a-damn-damn, some motherfucker just fucked my man, I'll fuck another fucker better than the other fucker, shit-damn, fuck-a-damn, fuck-a-damn!

C... wasn't actually sure how things went forward from here. Normally, if he had a fight with a girl, then the relationship was over and he moved on to the next girl. Of course, that usually happened after a week or two, not after months with a woman he'd known for years, and was pretty sure he'd be content to spend the next couple of decades getting to know better.

Stop throwing your football at the ceiling. I hate you." Most of the time he loved living above his sister in the

didn't often wake up in a man's bed period.

Work must reflect the randomness of life, with its incessant, merciless, almost humorous bombardment of highly contrasting emotions and experiences.

God. No wonder it was so easy. He's been bleeding since he was a baby. He just never told anyone. How do you even know it hurts after all that time?" Because you loved me, and I knew what it meant to feel.

Because it's you and basketball, Christian. Only one of you can break my heart.

That smile, right there?" "Yeah?" "I've known you my entire life. You only smile like that for me.

I've loved him since I've known him, Mrs. Daniels. He just finally stopped fighting.

Green heard her voice, murmuring, and Adrian's, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual glass-cracking noise—and before he could convince himself that that it was his imagination, Blissa and three of the other nymphs danced through the hallway and into the living room. "We heard that." Blissa said, sweetly. "Heard what?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "Heard your heart breaking." Said Grace.

The world isn't made a better place by the unburdening of a heart.

A kiss is good. I think kisses are where all good things start.

For Christ's sake, Ian, he was stealing your cash! I hope you at least wore a raincoat, you feel me? Ian blinked. Why would I want a raincoat, Joel? I was having sex. Joel put his face in his hands, closed his eyes tight, and prayed that when he looked up and opened then Ian would be kidding. He wasn't

He'd always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing.

She taught him that sometimes, when someone was in emotional denial, they needed proof of how wrong they really were. Sometimes they needed actions instead of words. Sometimes they needed someone to make the hard decision or to say the painful thing, or they would be lost and locked in their own hearts forever.

Don't worry about being good enough, Patrick. Just worry about being happy. Whoever makes you happy, that's who's good enough for you.

Once in a lifetime, you meet that special someone. That someone that took your breath away every single time. That someone that caused your heart to shatter into a million shards and fall like rain.

He didn't scream hysterically or stand up and kick the headstone or any of that. He put his face on his knees and listened as the wind from the mountains mercilessly leveled everything in its path. He remembered the person who had helped him fly with the wind instead of being beaten down by it, and he cried quietly into his knees, finally knowing how the big of the sky could make a person feel as alone as a heartbeat in space.

Can't... can't just go away. Can't just... You can't get on that train and charge out of my life. It's not fair. I can't work, dammit! I... I made a bad trade. I made a bad trade. How dare you? How dare you walk into my flat and... and then just... just walk out again? How can you even—

Okay. Some things were made of hope. But not this thing. This thing he was doing, that was made of surrender. He did it anyway. At least when you surrendered, you had time to kiss the people you loved good-bye.

Yes. You couldn't make anyone else happy. He tried to tell himself that, and drink through the buzzing little voice saying that, for a few short weeks, he actually had made someone else happy. And Owen had made him happy too.