Quotes About Emotions

Eddie, I'm not going to claim to be any expert in romance, but even I can tell that you're crazy about Jill.

Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned.

You aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrified of letting anyone in.

Jealousy makes people do and say stupid things.

It is the imperfection that makes love perfect.

Long moments passed, and finally she rolled onto her side too so that our backs faced one another. Icy silence fell. So much for a peaceful or romantic night.

You can't help the way you feel.

I felt strange, kind of disoriented, but I didn't hurt.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I'd live in such fear of losing another person. Was that how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such a panic? I

wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.

Unexpectedly, it was from Adrian. How r u feeling after last night? Been worried about u.

This, I realized, was what real depression felt like. What madness felt like.

In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember—no matter how ordinary things seem between us—I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will.

The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.

Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.

Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him - that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that's going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn't prepare you.

No joy in nature is so sublimely affecting as the joy of a mother at the good fortune of a child.

No one is more profoundly sad than he who laughs too much.

Amantium irae amoris integratio est.'" Lovers' quarrels are a part of love.

There was nothing for it but obduracy, to soldier on even for those who were not soldiers. "How hard I have become," an American Red Cross volunteer told her diary in February. "Emotions which formerly would have wracked my soul leave me almost untouched. It's a hardness of survival.

Sergeant Samuel Allen, Jr., a former college student who had led his own swing band in the palmy days of peace, tried to explain in a letter home the flinty nihilism that made young men at war seem so old when they contemplated the dead. "We have found that it is best to forget about those friends, not to talk about them," he wrote. "They don't even exist.

i could love dearly and yet not dearly enough to fear or suffer their loss.

There are none among us who have not been, even for a moment, cruel to those whom we love most, as if unable, in that moment, to shoulder any longer the magnificent weight and burden, the responsibility, of that love.