Quotes About Emotions

Why was it that cheering expressions were invariably so infuriating?

It hurt to kill a dream, like tearing petals off a rose in full bloom.

Such kindness wasn't a gift but a goad, scraping against one's skin like a yoke of thorns. She would have preferred him stiff, defensive, even offensive.

There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.

Love is supposed to ennoble the soul, not degrade it.

He appreciated her as a companion; he admired her as a comrade; he wanted her as a lover. All innocuous enough each on its own. Put together . . . Christ. What a coil.

His father clasped his shoulders, holding him at arm's length, looking him up and down. "You've grown." "It's been eleven years," said Jack numbly. "Of course I've grown.

This, thought Charlotte despairingly, was the problem with the world outside the cover of a book. She couldn't craft Robert's dialogue for him, putting the words she wanted to say into his lips. She couldn't control the direction of his emotions. All she could do was attempt to discipline her own.

Enraged, the other crew members

There is a time lag between the activation of brain systems that excite our emotions and impulses and the maturation of brain systems that allow us to check these feelings and urgings—it's like driving a car with a sensitive gas pedal and bad brakes.

It had ever, as I told the reader, been one of the singular blessings of my life, to be almost every hour of it miserably in love with some one....

The motto from Epictetus means, It is not things themselves, but opinions concerning things, which disturb men.

O how I envied him his feelings!

Well it was one of those days Larger than life When your friends came to dinner And they stayed the night And then they cleaned out the refrigerator And ate everything in sight And then they stayed up in the livingroom And cried all night Strange angels Singing just for me Old stories Haunting me This is nothing Like I thought it would be . . . .

Anxiety, she thought, was like a flock of birds on a telephone line. When people came around they flapped off, and when the people went away they hopped back on.

Out on the street I felt lost wandering around without my child. I felt I ought to wear a pin that said: I have a child in school at the moment.

I always complained about my mother's stony heart. Turns out I'm built just the same.

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.

I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

I cry to let everything out

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die.