Quotes About Emotions

but when one human creature dies a whole world of hope and memory and feeling dies with him. To be robbed of the dignity of a natural death is a terrible deprivation.

I had schooled myself since the war-days never to speak of my enthusiasms; when other people did not share them, which was usual, I was hurt and my pleasure diminished; why was I always excited about things other people did not care about? But I could not hold in.

Myself: But wasn't the decision a right one? Am I not here? What more could Feeling have achieved than was brought about by Reason?

Nobody gets through life without a broken heart. The important thing is to break the heart so that when it mends it will be stronger than before.

I don't think Emily was quite up to the demands of being everything to Chips. Love lays heavy burdens on the loved one, sometimes

understanding is not the point. Feeling is the point. Understanding and experiencing are not interchangeable. Any theologian understands martyrdom, but only the martyr experiences the fire.

I have been very miserable since - miserable not for an hour but for months on end - but I can still feel that hour's misery in its perfect desolation, if I am fool enough to call it up in my mind.

I was a talking lover, which most women hate.

She was a romantic, and as I had never met a female romantic before it was a delight to me to explore her emotions. She wanted to know all about me, and I told her as honestly as I could; but as I was barely twenty, and a romantic myself, I know now that I lied in every word I uttered—lied not in fact but in emphasis, in colour, and in intention.

what would you do if all the lovers of your years passed by at midnight dressed in the flesh they wore when you last loved them? what do I do? what do I say? I loved you then, I touch you now with all the glow you left in the palm of my hands.

had been years since he had felt the excitement of romantic love. For a couple of weeks he hadn't even recognized

The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are.

What was new was the fact that, despite my heart doing its fight-or-flight, help-we're-prey-and-HEY-STUPID-THAT'S-A-VAMPIRE number, I was glad to see him. Ridiculous but true. Scary but true.

I am hurt...in ways you cannot see, and that I cannot explain, even to myself, but only know that they are there, and a part of me, as much as my hands and eyes and breath are a part of me.

There was, too, a reality to her new life that her old life had lacked, and she realized with a shock that she had never truly loved or hated, for she had never seen the world she had been used to living in closely enough for it to evoke passion in her.

including Rilly, who was beside herself with excitement, and her mother, who was beside herself with Rilly--

You can be a really nasty, selfish little jerk when you're scared enough. I was scared enough.

Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge.

I loved every one of these people. And I couldn't take another minute of their company.

I long for another human face just as I fear it.

He wasn't really boring. She just wasn't in love with him.

when you are happy, when you have never been happy before, when you hadn't even known you weren't happy, it is hard to believe that it won't all go away again, isn't it?

I'm not a goddam invalid!" I howled at Charlie. "I don't need to be treated with gloves and—and bedpans! Will you please tell me I'm being a miserable bitch and you'd like to upend a garbage bin over my head!" There was a pause. "Well, the idea had crossed my mind," said Charlie. I stood there, buttery fists clenched, breathing hard. "Thank you," I said.

As I came to know him better, the fear changed to pity, and then, almost, to sorrow; but I could not marry him, however much I came to dislike hurting him.