Quotes About Emotion

And the pain she'd felt all those years before hadn't been so much that he'd left, but that he didn't love her enough to stay.

Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.

He was a rock that she would break herself on.

She was my mother, and she was part of me.

She said that room up there is a remembering room and when she is up there remembering all those things fill up the room and when the room is too full they fly out the window.

A man just realizing the fatal extent of his own folly was not likely to be all that rational.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

and the machine speaks the words I've never been able to say. "I love you.

It's like I've always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played.

it is forbidden to love where we are not loved

the liquor like fire in his hand

Anger often makes us hurt ourselves more than any enemy.

I see real love as the most fundamental of our innate capacities, never destroyed no matter what we might have gone through or might yet go through.

Forgiveness is the way we break the grip that long-held resentments have on our hearts.

Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.

In reality, love is fluid; it's a verb, not a noun.

Love is a living capacity within us that is always present, even when we don't sense it.

Every time you cry, you should cry your heart out. That way you'll get the best release.

There is a sentiment common among most of us when it comes to love—letting go can feel scary.

but as an Indian, I find it far easier to forgive than to forget.

Despite everything, she was stupid enough to love him still. Sadly, some part of her probably always would.

And she understood now that love wasn't just wanting, but a steady devotion, no matter what.

As I delve deeper still, we breathe together. She's sweet in my nose, honey against my tongue, a drug in my veins.

How did I look at her for three fucking years and see an assistant, not a woman? A lover? No idea. I only know I can't do it anymore.