Quotes About Emotion

There are dreams that are meant to be shared and dreams to be kept hidden in our hearts. It's sometimes difficult to know which is which.

Grief isn't a luxury, it's an appropriate response to loss. You don't just will it away. If you allow it to run its course, it will fade with time, but if you ignore it or pretend it doesn't exist, it only gets worse.

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine

I still think the greatest hurt isn't to lose love, it's the regret of never having it. To have never felt love, that would be true tragedy.

They say love is blind, but it's not. Infatuation is blind. Emotional neediness is blind. Love sees the fault—it just sees beyond it as well. Kimberly Rossi's Diary

That's the price of love," I said. "The risk of losing it. But it's worth the risk.

The cost of love is the risk of losing it." But it's always worth it. After all, in the end, what else is there?

Love is never convenient-and rarely painless

Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.

Humor is anger that was sent to finishing school.

She had eyes in the back of her heart.

That which you don't understand, you fear. That which you fear, you hate.

the couple's low moans increased in pace and intensity.

This idea that a book can either be about character and feeling, or about politics and idea, is just a false binary. Ideas are an expression of the feelings and the intense emotions we hold about the world.

Ay! Es un perro y va a morir! Le sacaré los ojos con las uñas! Lo mataré! Voy a—

When anger rushes unrestrained to action, like a hot steed, it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.

It's hard to feel anything else when you're mad. Mad takes up a lot of space inside you.I didn't even have room for dessert.

You cannot separate passion from pathology any more than you can separate a person's spirit from his body.

The meeting introduced me- or, perhaps no introduction was necessary- to the awful collision between the silent, unfeeling dead and immensity of feeling they generate in the living. I left the room with relief, making a mental note to avoid the bereaved at all costs and stick to the safe world inhabited by the dead, with its facts, its measurements, its certainties. In their universe, there was a complete absence of emotion. Not to mention its ugly sister, pain.

You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.

You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.

we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty

Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.