Quotes About Emotions

When you lose someone, they take a bigger place in your heart, not a smaller one. Every day it grows, because you don't stop loving them. You wish you could talk to them.

I loved him more than he loved me, and that is a bad place for a woman to be.

If we're going to be friends, I want to be useful to you. You have to know what makes a person sad to figure out how to make them happy." "What

miss my mother." She dried her tears on her handkerchief. "You never get over the loss. The

I realize now that a happy mother might very well make a joyful child.

I wonder if he knows that every time I make a joke, a little piece of my heart breaks off. It's just self-defense. It seems whenever we get close, he leaves.

Art makes the spirit soar. And when the

There was no comfort in happy memories; they just made it all seem worse.

When you lose someone, they take a bigger place in your heart, not a smaller one. Every day it grows, because you don't stop loving them. You wish you could talk to them. You need their advice. But life doesn't always give us what we need, and it's difficult. It is for me, anyway.

Tenderness and shame would remain closely tied in Matelda's heart until she learned the combination blocked her ability to truly love.

He decided to cling to those things that were wonderful about her, and to ignore the ravages of time and insecurity, instability, and anxiety.

When you see an old lady who's on the wrong side of a good mood, now you know why. She has a past that you can't understand because you didn't live it. As she ages, her feet hurt, her back aches, her knees click, she cooks, she cleans, she worries, she waits, and then she gets sick and dies. Be kind, Anina. Someday you'll be the old lady.

I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful...

Emotions are for the present; don't squander them on past hurts that are a waste of time.

There were times when I cursed the trail and the weather for hours. But after you sulk and consider your options, you eventually realize that you can sit there and cry, or you can walk... It doesn't matter so much if you cry or walk -- I did a lot of both -- but if you turn on your partner, you'll never make it together.

joy and sorrow, when they are both lived in God, signify fruitfulness for the apostolate.

Words are doctors for the diseased temper.

No dreams, these torments, not to me, they're clear, real - the hounds of mother's hate.

It is with our passions, as it is with fire and water, they are good servants but bad masters.

Always stop to think whether your fun may not be the cause of another's unhappiness.

Then why let anything remain when whatever we loved turned instantly to stone?

She had been wrong to think it wouldn't matter that much to him, yes, he took her for granted, of course he did , but he took her for granted - not like an old coat in the corner of a dark cupboard, as she'd put it to herself , but like the very air that he breathed .

Des soldats, des enfants-soldats se sont joints à eux. Tout ce monde s'est réuni, s'est mis en cercle, et ça a organisé un concert de pleurs. Tout ce monde s'est mis à pleurer. Un groupe de bandits de grand chemin, de criminels de la pire espèce, pleurer comme ça. Il fallat voir ça, ça valait le détour.

Love, being in love, isn't a constant thing. It doesn't always flow at the same strength. It's not always like a river in flood. It's more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it's ebbing or flowing, it's always there, it never goes away. And that's the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy