Quotes About Emotions

Everybody has a scar...

Do you love him? I shook my head. "I love you," I said, before I could stop myself. He looked away from me. "A little too late for that, isn't it," he said, and I winced, wishing I'd kept my feelings to myself.

somebody's appearance doesn't always match what's going on inside him. You can't look at a guy's face and see his demons.

Now Sam and Noelle were dead and I was about to lost my grandpa, and I knew I would never have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

You could block things from your mind for years at a time. You could make them go away because you know that if you let them in, the pain could nearly kill you.

But she could only play herself with Kyle and Lou, and that was the one role for which she could never memorize the lines.

Well, like Gaston says, it's hard to control who you fall in love with," he said. "You love somebody that deeply, you're willing to risk everything to be with them.

there. She'd learned not to grow attached to anyone, too fond of anyone, so there could be no surprises and no hurt.

And grief is never quick and easy," he said. "It takes time to get through." "I'll never get over it," I said. "Not over, but through. That's the key word. You can't skip it. You have to go through it.

Okay." I smiled, although I was not doing okay at all. My calm exterior was an act. Inside, I was falling apart.

But the truth is, sometimes kids—and adults—seem to wait until their relatives are out of the room to go. It's like they don't want to distress them more than they have to.

Sometimes she dreamed about him. They were good dreams......Some days she could barely remember what he looked like. Other days, she found him in the face of every man she saw.

what I have with Laurel is public and shallow. What I have with you is private and deep. Which part of me would you rather have?

Sometimes there's so much to say that you don't know where to begin.

Um vislumbre doloroso do homem que ainda amava era melhor do que nenhum vislumbre

Painful memories are like landmines, patiently lying in wait. They lure us into places we ought to avoid, but sometimes, painful memories are all that we have left.

Just as variety was a boon to happiness, ritual was a great duller of pain,

It didn't seem fair that you could not prevent being the object of other people's emotions, you were not safe from their hate--or from their love, for that matter. You were never safe from being invaded by their feelings when you wanted only to be rid of them, free, off, away.

Noel lay stuck to the Naugahyde and apparently felt nothing. His back, soft and wasted, was not unlike Max's. Noel's was so feminine; Max's so dark and hairy - hairier than Noel's. It was dismal to have a hairy wife.

You can only forgive a man if you don't love him. One's countrymen are always a humiliation for the traveler, whatever the country.

Yet—some Frenchman had written—"absence diminishes commonplace passions and enhances great ones.

That's what I learned. I learned I couldn't shed light on love other than to feel its comings and goings and be grateful.

I have assessed my happiness ratio and this is the result. I am totally content whenever the ones I love are happy about something little, big, insignificant, whatever. I just don't think anyone could possibly have the same wonderful, intense, compelling feelings that I have for this family of mine.

I find that classical music helps put me in a place that is very calming and allows me to express emotion through my body. I played clarinet as a child, so I guess I have a bit of a musical ear.