Quotes About Emotions

Los recuerdos se erguían para morderlo, como si hubiera pisado un nido de serpientes dormidas.

fancy you since you first took off your coat in this office. I try not to give names to what I feel for you, because I already know it's too much, and I want peace from the shit that love brings in its wake. I want to be alone, and unburdened, and free.

He was alone now, and at a kind of peace. None of the affairs or one-night stands he'd had since Charlotte had touched the essential part of him. He'd sometimes wondered since whether Charlotte had not stunted his ability to feel deeply.

Sometimes she found casual physical contact with men almost unbearable

Maybe (she was deliberately inflaming her own resentment now, and she knew it)

I try not to give names to what I feel for you, because I already know it's too much, and I want peace from the shit that love brings in its wake. I want to be alone, and unburdened, and free.

If only she could come inside his head and see what was there, Strike thought, she'd understand that she occupied a unique place in his thoughts and in his affections.

You can bloody hate someone and still wish they gave a shit about you and hate yourself for wishing it

Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his

it is hard to throw off long-established love: hard, but this you must managed somehow

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime' (here) Mineko Iwasaki, Geisha of Gion: The True Story of Japan's Foremost Geisha, published by arrangement with Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 1st Floor, 222 Gray's Inn Road, London, WC1X 8HB. A CBS Company.

Pretending you're OK when you aren't isn't strength.

The guilt that had tumbled from Strike seemed to have fallen heavily into her own lap.

You lost a good friend and a wife within—what—months of each other?" "A few months, yes." "You were writing all through that time?" "Yes," said Fancourt, with an angry, condescending laugh, "I was writing all through that time. It's my profession. Would anyone ask you whether you were still in the army while you were having private difficulties?

How often were you aware, while it happened, that you were living an hour that would change the course of your life forever? She would remember this room for a long time, and she gazed around it now, with the aim of fixing it in her mind, thereby trying to ignore the sadness, the shame and the pain that burned and twisted inside her.

Strike had felt a variety of emotions which included guilt, gratitude, confusion, fear, rage, resentment and loneliness, but he couldn't remember feeling lucky. "Lucky" would have been the bomb not detonating. "Lucky" would have meant still having both his legs. "Lucky" was what people who couldn't bear to contemplate horrors needed to hear maimed and terrorized survivors call themselves.

Attempting to make up with Charlotte before every last ounce of her fury had been spent had been like trying to rebuild a house during an earthquake.

She was tired and miserable and she was saying someone else wanted me, once .

One t'ing life's taught me: where there's no capacity for joy, there's no capacity for goodness,

I have forged me in sevenfold heats A shield from foes and lovers, And no one knows the heart that beats Beneath the shield that covers.

Well, it's true, isn't it?" said Douthwaite, displaying unvarnished anger for the first time. "And I'm allowed to tell the truth about my own bloody life, aren't I?

Love never comes but at love's call, And pity asks for him in vain; Because I cannot give you all, You give me nothing back again.

I know not what can ease my pains, Nor what it is I wish; The passion at my heart-strings strains Like a tiger in a leash.

D'you mind if we get going?' said Strike, checking his watch. 'I told Elin I'll be over tonight.' 'No problem,' said Robin. Yet for some reason—perhaps due to her headache, perhaps because of the lonely woman sitting in Summerfield among the memories of loved ones who had left her—Robin could easily have wept all over again.