Quotes About Emotions

gotten off easy, okay?" Lisa swallowed hard as her cheeks burned.

Perhaps as one gets older one takes one's joys altruistically,"said John, in turn thinking aloud. "I must say though I sometimes wish I could get it selfishly, just for myself, as Gay used to give me, when I was young." Lady Emily found nothing to say. John's last words fell dead on her heart. It terrified her that he could speak of his youth as a perished thing.

Her mother's heart was divided, one half feeling a so natural pang at the sight of her lovely daughter setting out into a new life in a distant country, far from her parents' care, the other and by far the larger half feeling a gratitude amounting to idolatry for the son-in-law who was going to relieve her of a child that had done her best for the last five or six years to drive her parents mad.

Siento una opresión en el pecho y en el estómago, unas terribles ganas de llorar que he estado dominando hasta hoy. No quería que los demás pensaran que no le agradezco a Dios mi suerte. Pero ese nudo que me crece por dentro y me ahoga, estalló esta mañana, cuando ya no podía más.

A veces deseo ser como mamá, que nunca tiene esa sensación de perderse algo, sensación que yo tengo tan a menudo y de forma tan dolorosa.

Ya no podía reír ni llorar, mentirse ni enfrentarse a la verdad, dejarse caer completamente ni tampoco enderezarse, quedarse ni marcharse, sentirse judía ni tampoco ya alemana, vivir ni morir.

I'm getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can't stop lifting it, and I love that you know.

Oh, God, I struggle with low self-esteem all the time! I think everyone does. I have so much wrong with me, it's unbelievable!

I've realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don't trust my instincts - Thats when I get in trouble.

I've realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don't trust my instincts - Thats when I get in trouble.

Everyone got kind of crazy with me mentioning I was in love with a woman.

To love you has blinded me from paying attention to my goals. Somehow love has made me soft and stupid.

When you fall in love, you have to play it out even if everyone calls you crazy. That's why they call it falling. We have no control over it.

You are going to have to scream. Can you do that?" Lucy's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes. I can scream.

April, April, laugh thy girlish laughter, and the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears, April.'

My songs are just little letters to me.

I am not an angry girl But it seems like I've got everyone fooled Every time I say something they find hard to hear They chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear

Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me, particularly given my medical history.

Only what is within you is near; all else is far. And this within: so packed and pressured, barely contained, unsayable.

What Is Within You Think, dear sir, of the world you carry within you…be it remembrance of your own childhood or longing for your own future. Only be attentive to what is arising in you, and prize it above all that you perceive around you. What happens most deeply inside you is worthy of your whole love. Work with that and don't waste too much time and courage explaining it to other people. Rome, December 23, 1903 Letters to a Young Poet

Old times, sad times. I feel better about them now than I did then.

He knew that he did not make Harriet happy, but tended to disregard this. Happiness was what young people wanted; at his age he knew that comfort was more important. He had made her comfortable, and in that he was prepared to take a grim pride. After all, nobody else had done as much.

Edith laid down her pen. It was all very well to write up Mrs Pusey and Jennifer, but she was still left with that memory of the two women lovingly entwined as they saw her to the door to say goodnight. For there was love there, love between mother and daughter, and physical contact, and collusion about being pretty, none of which she herself had ever known.

Strangely my husband had more in common with my parents than I had; all were on a lifelong mission to deny the truth, the truth being that they were furiously disappointed.