Quotes About Emotions

He had, in the past, wanted to be kind, and, as ever, had supplied the wrong sort of kindness.

In any event I kept this to myself, for I learned very quickly that I must never criticize. For happy and successful people, Nick and Alix were extraordinarily sensitive to criticism, and I learned not to look askance at her when she claimed to have come down in the world or complained of Maria or even of Nick, whose work occupied a good deal of his attention, attention which she thought should have been devoted entirely to herself.

That doctor of yours called it depression. Depression is a form of anger, or so I've read.' 'I'm not angry.' She looked at him wonderingly. 'Why on earth should I be angry?' 'Maybe you were angry without knowing it. Maybe anger is merely undigested experience.

His sleeplessness seemed to confine him to a ghetto, in which the forsaken, the forgotten, and the unsatisfied were his fellow inmates. It seemed to him that women in these situations could not possibly experience the same degree of loneliness.

Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally.

Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.

There are more experiences in life than you'd think for which there are no words.

Sometimes I think that if it were possible to tell a story often enough to make the hurt ease up, to make the words slide down my arms and away from me like water, I would tell that story a thousand times.

I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.

Odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined. Or weren't quite as well known as you had hoped to be. In the beginning, a lover drank in every word and gesture and then tried to hold on to that intensity for as long as possible. But inevitable, if two people were together long enough, that intensity had to wane.

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.

Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.

And she thought then how strange it was that disaster—the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face—could be at times, such a thing of beauty.

Reading centers on finding yourself in a book. -- Sherman Alexie

Daba Hua Tha Jo Mere Seene Mein........ Tujhko Dekha To Dard Ubhra ....... Kisi Bhi Marham Se Bhar Na Paya Teri Judai Ka Zakham Gahra........... Seene Mein Pyar Machalta Hai ... Aakhon Se Dard Chhalakta Hai .... Saahil Ki Tarah Kaatein Mujhko Chahat Ki Har Lahar...

We all have demons that were trying to fight; mine just happens to be you.

We don't wanta lose that little baby. Miss Hazel Marie might think she don't want it, but she do. If she lose it, she be worse upset than if she don't. When the Lord send a baby, he send the wantin', too.

It's logical that everyone wants to be in love. Then, for a while, life isn't taken up with the tedium of thinking everything through, talking things through. It's nice to be able to notice small objects or small moments, to point them out and to have someone eager to pretend that there's more to them than it seems.

I do know happy marriages, including mine. But why write about something like that? I can't imagine writing, without irony, about people who are happy all the time.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.