Quotes About Emotions

Here was the secret of this house, the thing it took bravery to face -- that to go on loving someone means to over and over again allow the necessary pain.

The first time you fall in love, it's like you've created the first love in the universe, and the first time someone you love dies, you grieve the universe's first death. What does it help to be told that what you feel is nothing new?

You like being in love with someone who's not going to love you back." She opened her eyes. He looked at her. "Why would I like that?" she asked. He shrugged. "I don't know.

I want to be alone. I don't want to be alone. My days pop like bubbles. There is no one to remember the things that have happened to me.

He thought of asking her, but for no reason he could name, the silence between them seemed too hard to break.

He liked the electric darkness and the hot dirty air and the blasts of noise and traffic and the manic barking sirens and the crush of people. It helped a lonely man feel connected and isolated both at the same time.

It helped a lonely man feel connected and isolated both at the same time.

She had used a simile, to explain and flatter and apologize all at once. She had written, "You're like New York City. I love to visit, but I could never live there.

I sat there in the armchair and felt bad. I'd lost something I never knew I'd had.

Westwood said, "They call it anhedonia. The inability to experience pleasure.

A person lives sixty years, does all kinds of things, knows all kinds of things, feels all kinds of things, and then it's over. Like it never happened at all.

A person lives sixty years, does all kinds of things, knows all kind of things, feels all kind of things, and then it's over. Like it never happened at all.

The house makes me feel bad," he said. "You make me feel good. I only know how I feel.

I'd killed one guy and blinded another. Now I'd have to confront my feelings. But I didn't feel much at all. Nothing, in fact. No guilt, no remorse. None at all. I felt like I'd chased two roaches around that bathroom and stomped on them. But at least a roach is a rational, reasonable, evolved sort of a creature. Those Aryans in that bathroom had been worse than vermin.

Happiness is an illusion, Natalie. It doesn't actually exist. Of course it does, I said. It's what you feel when you're not sad. That's unconsciousness. And I'm pretty sure that I'm miserable when I am unconscious, too.

It takes a lot of energy just to deal with life when you are neurotic and obsessive-compulsive.

Because it's still a heartache. And nothing makes you want to die more than that.

He's gone, Sara said. I can feel it. This time for good. Natalie hugged her, and she started to sob. Then Harry shattered the silence with a pained yell, hurling his thermos into the woods. With tears in his eyes, he said, I want a drink. I hugged him fiercely. It'll have to be one of my special chais, Harry. Have I made you a dirty one yet? I want mine filthy, he said. We trudged back to the museum together, and toasted Coby with dirty vanilla chai lattes.

Now courting's a pleasure, and parting is grief, but a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief!

It is a funny thing but you can actually see improved mental health in the eyes

Real love—our love of God and our love of each other—must involve a choice. But with the granting of that choice comes the possibility that people would choose instead to hate.

Researchers have gathered a wealth of data lately suggesting that chronic anger is so damaging to the body that it ranks with — or even exceeds — cigarette smoking, obesity, and a high-fat diet as a powerful risk factor for early death.

As we look at human relationships, what we see is that lovers don't want explanations, but presence. And

Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long.