Quotes About Emotion

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you. Take you out at the knees.

Once I would not have believed this, but now I understand too well that there is in all of us, even the most pacific and composed, an enormous capacity for rage, asleep maybe but present nonetheless, waiting for the single thing that will uncage it. A

The cure for everything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.

Writing is mostly a case of mood management. The emotion you have is not absolute, it is temporary. It may be useful, but it is not the truth. It is not you.

Oh yes, thank you, Kitty,' she said and then sat and looked at her food. At one point she keeled forward and laid her cheek along her cigarette arm, which was stuck out straight across the tabletop. She was weeping. If such a thing can be said of someone who was making no sound and shedding no tears. Then she straightened up, pushed the palm of her hand up across her cheek and resumed her cigarette, ate through exhaled smoke, and poured herself some red wine.

I have all my regrets between pouring the wine and reaching for the glass.

I didn't say any of this to my sister. How I saw her being broken into mediocrity and motherhood; her body broken and then her mind - or did her mind go first, it's sort of hard to disentangle - and then for her to turn around and say Broken is Best, I didn't say how that made me furious beyond measure.

Pen-bereavement is a serious matter.

Our fears are not always reasonable

I want to marry you for only one reason—I'm madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with you. More than I ever knew was possible.

Wounding, at best, only temporarily releases pain.

I realized that if I can grieve the Holy Spirit, it's because He loves me. The Holy Spirit loves me!

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

Joy passed, but happiness never completely disappeared; a touch of it would always remain to remind one it had been there. It was happiness that made one smile, then.

Joy is the best makeup.

If something inside of you is real, we will probably find it interesting, and it will probably be universal. So you must risk placing real emotion at the center of your work. Write straight into the emotional center of things. Write toward vulnerability. Risk being unliked. Tell the truth as you understand it. If you're a writer you have a moral obligation to do this. And it is a revolutionary act—truth is always subversive.

No one is fine on his own. People just say they are.

She gifted him with that soft smile. And it did that strange thing to his insides. He would probably lead a revolt against the king if she asked him to do it while wearing that smile.

Will you oblige me then?' His voice was low and smooth, nearly whispered ... Everything froze for a moment. Even the flickering lamps seemed to pause, flames surging upward and waiting ... 'No.

Change was Fate' the Romans said. well, Andreas loathed Fate, That Bitch.

She smiled, a warm smile that held no trace of aberrant humor. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. He experienced an overwhelming urge to grab that smile and hide it solely for himself to gaze upon. A Da Vinci masterpiece he intended to jealously guard.

But it had always been that smile. Not her position as Henry Wilcox's possible wife nor the possibility that he could take his enemies down by manipulating her family. Those hadn't been the things that had driven him when it came to his feelings for her. It had been that smile. Through the shadows of the theater that first night. When their eyes had met. She had smiled. Simply. Warmly. Looking directly at him, unaware that she should be afraid.

Never frightening her with anything but her own feelings for him.