Quotes About Emotion

My good sense bitch-slapped my estrogen and told her to get a grip.

The next time you work on your trees, don't think about trees. Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage-- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat or your toes curl.

That feeling in your stomach when you hear him whispering off-key, down the hall. That way your heart trips and then hammers against your ribs when he sees you and he grins like a little kid at the top of a steep, shiny-hot slide. Call it hormones, an early-stage bacterial zombie infection, or a very pleasant dream I was experiencing; I didn't care. I liked That.

I can't stop biting my lips. It looks like my mouth belongs to someone else, someone else, someone I don't even know.

Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage - 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 one piece at a time.

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.

The warped perception of time is a hallmark of trauma.

Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

Mr. Freeman says fear is a great place to begin art.

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.

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.

The greatest strength of all is daring to love.

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.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

It means, 'You are my heart.'" I leaned forward, took her hands in mine, and whispered into her ear. "You have always been my heart, Country." Before I could kiss her, Isabel kissed me.

I wake up on time for four days in a row, get on the bus four days in a row, ride home after school. I want to scream. I think I'll need to take a day off every once in a while.

When I was little I had no idea what she'd been through. She used to say Affection is a sign of weakness which totally baffled me because she should be both affectionate and strong. I'd give anything to understand all of the layers of tragedy that forced her shell to become so hard.

You'd be shocked at how many adults are already dead inside, walking around with no clue, waiting for a heart attack or cancer to finish the job. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. It's the saddest thing I know.

It had become easier to lie about most things because it didn't hurt as much when he ignored me.

don't call it a period: call it an exclamation point

Could he hear my heart pounding?

when people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time

I could never, I knew then, lose myself in love. Margery had accused me of coldness, and she was right, but she was also wrong: For me, for always, the paramount organ of passion was the mind. Unnatural, unbalanced, perhaps, but it was true: Without intellect, there could be no love.