Quotes About Emotions

But there are as many different kinds of love as there are people in the world.

Childress's

Hair-trigger temper, but he wept at Hallmark commercials.

It seems your problem is the same one we all have. You don't know if you are truly loved.

Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

Isn't that how it is when you must decide with your heart? You are not just choosing one thing over another. You are choosing what you want. And you are also choosing what somebody else does not want, and all the consequences that follow. You can tell yourself, That's not my problem, but those words do not wash the trouble away. Maybe it is no longer a problem in your life. But it is always a problem in your heart.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

Good manners have much to do with the emotions. To make them ring true, one must feel them, not merely exhibit them.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it's with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.

When personal resentment overrides familial and cultural values, we all lose.

When a person falls in love, he enters in emergencies

There's something insupportable about being pissed with the one person on this planet that sends your adrenaline flowing to remind you that you're alive. It's almost like we're mad because we've been shocked out of our usual comatose state of being by feeling something for someone, for ourselves, for just a moment.

Hell = "where we get rid of all the lies told to us. That's where we go and cry like rain. Mom, hell is where you go to see yourself.

Women endure the labor of childbirth and men send themselves to war! But I gave birth to eight children and never once did I cry like I saw some of those men out there before they even fired their first shot! I think it has something to do with the unnaturalness of killing compared to the naturalness of giving birth.

i too suffer from dreams.

No, it's too much. I should never have let you know that I was here. After all, there was no reason to tell you. It was just that we landed and I was sucked up by the tentacles of this, your city, and your name and that summer that were all inseparable and I called as soon as I put my bag down on the bed in this room.

Las lágrimas que no vertía ante los demás fueron rodeando poco a poco su corazón, puesto que caían hacia dentro. Formaron una cobertura, como una urna de cristal, que lo separaba y protegía. Y fue alejándolo también, cada vez más, de cuanto la rodeaba.

Le invitaban a vino, tal vez deseaban oír sus quejas, sus lamentaciones, su odio. Pero no podían oirlo («porque tal vez nada de esto existe. Nada más que soladad o indiferencia, nada más que una corteza de hombre, triste caparazón»).