Quotes About Emotions

I believe that music in itself heals and that everything is about the power of the mind. I thought if you are happy, you don't get ill. Your health is in your head. When you are satisfied with your work, you don't get ill.

Cerul acela nu ne mai sorbea, îns? durul s?u cristal nocturn ne strivea.

What was true love, anyway? What did the fabric of it feel like? Rough? Smooth? Velvety soft? Would she recognize it immediately, or would she have to browse awhile? Would true love fit her perfectly or be like a store-bought gown in need a alterations?

From my novel "Broken Things" (Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas): Those eyes had haunted his dreams?and nightmares too?for over a quarter of a century. "I wanted to tell you Allie's in town. Allie Drake. You remember her, don't you?" Jack's gaze shifted back to his brother's grinning face and suddenly he wanted to pop Steve right in the nose. Did he remember Allie Drake? What a stupid question!

Peyton had been considering little else since leaving Winchester. He hated the thought of his arrangement with Carrie ending. He couldn't imagine her going off on her own, unprotected and vulnerable. What's more, the idea of another man holding Carrie in his arms, kissing her … Peyton felt a vein begin to throb in his neck. Unacceptable!

But then why, when talking on the phone, did they quarrel, on average at least once every four sentences? Maybe, though the inspector, it was an effect of the distance between them becoming less and less tolerable with each passing day, since as we grow old - for every now and then one must, yes, look reality in the eye and call things by their proper names - we feel more keenly the need to have the person we love beside us.

Non credo rivedrà mai più la sua amica Laura. E se mai la rivedrà non penso che sarà in grado di riconoscerla" "Ma lei è riuscito a capire se era almeno felice?" "Felice? Non saprei, forse non è la parola giusta. Era... in armonia, ecco. In armonia con se stessa. E col mondo

Great griefs are antidotes / for lesser sorrows

Musicians are probably the most uncomfortable people in themselves in the world. Happiness, I think, only exists when you're a child and once you go past 11, unfortunately it's gone.

Tell me you'll come back for the pack. For me." His eyes were bright with tears. I don't want to lose you.

La mia nostalgia diventava una specie di fantasma in corsa che riusciva solo a farmi sentire più straniero nella città dov'ero cresciuto.

Gli ho chiesto come andava con Laurie; lui ha detto "Ci facciamo del male in ogni modo possibile, e non appena uno dei due accenna ad andarsene l'altro gli corre dietro come un povero masochista, non c'è verso che la cosa si risolva.

Non c'è niente di inspiegabile in quello che sentiamo o facciamo, davvero; è solo che a volte le spiegazioni ci causano imbarazzo, e troviamo più conveniente non ricercarle con troppa insistenza.

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

Love took prisoners no matter what the circumstances; it broke open the heart with no regard for consequences.

I swear over everything from being woken up in the middle of the night to realizing I've left the wet clothes in the washer for three days. At this point, "fuck" isn't even a swear word anymore; sentences just don't sound right unless it's interspersed somewhere.

we all just figure this out as we go along. There's no textbook, there's no rules, there's no right way to love her. You just feel what you feel, you just love her the only way you know how.

We're both whisper-screaming at each other. All I can think is this is the worst possible way to break up with somebody.

Don't worry. We do not have to talk about. We are Russian. We do not talk about feelings all the time and no one has shrink." "I think you all have a shrink. And I think the shrink's name is vodka." This gets a smile out of both of them.

I wonder if this is specific to me, or if everyone feels this way at a certain point. Are we all just sitting around pretending to be normal? Pretending not to go through a thousand different emotions in the span of half an hour? I really can't be the only one feeling this way. I mean, I doubt I can be. I hope I can't be.

felt resentful.

But shame is like a wound that is never exposed and therefore never heals.

That life isn't some difficult, complicated thing. You live, you love, and you laugh, and you cry when you need to." "People have done that for eons, and if we keep it up there won't be any more people within a few decades." He shook his head. "No, that's not the answer.

Heartache and heartbreak are two paths that most of us must cross at some point in our lives. It is inevitable."