Quotes About Emotions

And yet: reacting feels involuntary. As long as we're both breathing, we'll probably forever misread each other's faces; second-guess and misinterpret each other's thoughts, feelings, and motives in the worst possible way.

Grief obliterates the present, forcing you to relive the past and dread the future.

I meant that sometimes we choose partners who, in some ways, remind us of our parents. The good and the bad parts of them.

I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

The constitution of our country says that all men are created equal, but it's a lie. I'll never be able to make a jump shot like Magic Johnson, or drive a car like Mario Andretti, or paint like Picasso. We are not created equal in talent. But the place where we are least equal is the heart. You can work at a talent, take lessons, but love, love either works or it doesn't. You love someone or you don't. You can't change it. You can't undo it. - A Lick of Frost

mi crollò in grembo, costringendomi a tenerlo tra le braccia mentre piangeva, squassato da spasmi e singhiozzi, come se fosse letteralmente straziato e squartato dal dolore, eppure in silenzio, senza un grido, senza un gemito, quasi che gli fosse stato insegnato a non attirare troppo l'attenzione sulla propria sofferenza. Se fai troppo rumore, vengono a cercarti per scoprire perché piangi.

His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.

I wondered if I had offended him. I wondered if I cared.

We are not created equal in talent. But the place where we are least equal is the heart. You can work at a talent, take lessons, but love, love either works or it doesn't. You love someone or you don't. You can't change it. You can't undo it.

Only those who have never known fear are allowed to think less of others for being afraid. Frankly, I think anyone who has never been afraid of anything in their entire life is either a liar or lacks imagination.

Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.

Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.

Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

I felt like shit, but it was happy shit.

Stop what? Cheering you up? Or is life supposed to stop because you did something horrible? I'll tell you the real horrible truth, Anita. No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself. And I don't see you doing that.

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

Love is not about owning someone, but about loving them.

What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own?

I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?

How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

Maybe you're not willing to give up a lover who's colder than you are.