Quotes About Emotion

Aww, you know my verbal stingers are only poisoned with love

If I told you, you'd only know it in your mind, not in your heart. There's a big difference.

I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.

Why not spend that time on art: painting, sculpting, charcoal, pastel, oils? Are words or numbers more important than images? Who decides this? Does algebra move you to tears? Can plural possessives express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

First thought: It was a dream Second thought: No it wasn't Third thought: Crap

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it's over, and I'm not going to think about it.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn't touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn't drown.

Shame, turned inside out, is rage.

Yes it is, because you can only be brave if you're scared.

Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don't express themselves, they die on piece at a time.

I could never hate you, even if I wanted to.

untreated pain is a cancer of the soul that can kill you

Keep home in your heart, where no one can steal it.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside—walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.

Why do you have such a crappy attitude about math? I don't. I have a crappy attitude about everything.

If the president was back, then the fever was truly over. If the president was back, we were safe. I threw my arms around Nathaniel and planted a big kiss on his cheek. He pulled back in surprise. "Do you always do that when the president rides by? If so, I'll take a job working for him." I blushed and looked down at my feet.

I'm fighting the shock of having a guest in my room. I almost kick her out because it's going to hurt too much when my room is empty again.

Me: All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

Mother is the rock, I am the ocean. I have to pout and roll my eyes for hours until she finally wears down and crumbles into a thousand grains of beach sand. It takes a lot of energy. I don't think I have it in me.