Quotes About Emotion

It's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. ... you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.

SUICIDAL IDEATION. That would be a good band name, I think.

I learn something I didn't know about the human body : if your mom cries, you cry.

I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.

her cheeks a slight Asian red;

It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

The mother I'm completely over but the daughter I love to death. The mother I'd like to love to death." "Heh." "Don't do me any favors; only laugh if it's funny." "It is!

You're not expressing a lot of emotion about these things." "Oh. Well. They're too big.

Now Mom is crying, and I learn something I didn't know about the human body: if your mom cries, you cry.

And I always look like I'm about to cry.

Some people think emotionally more often than they think politically. Some think politically more often than they think rationally. Others never think rationally about anything at all. No judgment implied. Just an observation.

To govern a society shared by people of emotion, people of reason, and everybody in between—as well as people who think their actions are shaped by logic but in fact are shaped by feelings or nonempirical philosophies—you need politics.

My ex-girlfriend Lisa once said that every woman wants the same thing in a relationship: to be adored.

Love is a cage only when you feel indebted to it, constrained by it, responsible to its owner.

So how do you feel about it?" "I'm not upset, but my mom was crying and it's the first time I've ever seen her cry. Dad always wanted whiskey poured on his grave, so my brother said, 'I just hope he doesn't mind me filtering it through my bladder first.'" Mystery

Some people say that time cures all wounds, but I think that time is the wound.

When a phalanx of paparazzi started taking pictures of Dennis Rodman, who was standing nearby, I looked at Lisa's face, illuminated by the flashbulbs. And out of nowhere, my heart awoke from its torpor and body-checked my chest. When

We complain and complain in the villages, and then take us out and it's all we can talk about. Aren't people that way everywhere: Amina said. I mean, when they lose something?

Catlike. Certainly that was the word which best described Clare Kendry, if any single word could describe her. Sometimes she was hard and apparently without feeling at all; sometimes she was affectionate and rashly impulsive. And there was about her an amazing soft malice, hidden well away until provoked. Then she was capable of scratching, and very effectively too.

She laughed and the ringing bells in her laugh had a hard metallic sound.

The far-off interest of tears.

Helga Crane was silent, feeling a mystifying yearning which sang and throbbed in her.

Her long hands were a little uplifted and clasped tightly together.

I think that being a mother is the cruellest thing in the world.