Quotes About Emotions

Juk niekas negali žinoti, kas dedasi kito žmogaus širdyje? Išmintinga moterišk? moka, kai reikia, patyl?ti.

Strange the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moments unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.

Truly Virgil was right: love was a form of sickness. It altered people, made them behave in strange and irrational ways.

She spreads her knees wide, summons her enormous reserves of strength, and pushes once. A girl is born. A girl with black curls and skin the color of copper. A girl with exquisite golden eyes, one a translucent opal that reflects the depth of her emotions.

Writing about sex is not as personally revealing as one might think, because like anything else you write about, the words are not the deed. I have not done those words, I have done and felt private things for which words such as "sex" and "lust" are only poor apologies.

Following a trauma at any age, there's a reduction in the number of neural pathways between the limbic system (pertaining to feelings) and the cortex system (managing thought and cognition). So after being traumatized, you're less aware of your feelings.

An empathetic Indigo can feel this heaviness as if the tragedy were personal. This is where confusion can occur for the Indigo who can't tell the difference between their own feelings and those of someone else. It can feel the same, because heavy feelings are heavy feelings regardless of their origin. It

Sometimes, it's difficult to know if it's your own feelings or someone else's. Indigos also feel bombarded with painfully negative energy whenever a world tragedy occurs. Whether it's shock, anger, or sadness over the event, the Indigo feels it deeply. Not only do Indigos feel all of these energies

Veni, vidi, flevi. I came. I saw. I cried.

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

Possible, unthinkable, the cricket's tiny back as I lie on the lawn in the dark, my heart a blue cup fallen from someone's hands.

freedom. One night when a hard-fought "no" had instead made her unable to accept a man's touch. Even a man she cared for very deeply. She had let Michael believe that her emotional collapse

It scares me, suddenly, to know I can't remember how home sounds. Not one bird call, nor the water over rocks. There's so much you can't save by writing down.

Geht es dir gut? Ja, sagt er, ist okay. Ist okay, tot zu sein - man hat nicht mehr all diese schrecklichen Gefühle in der Brust.

There are movements which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in itself.

In order to "win a man to your cause," Lincoln explained, you must first reach his heart, "the great high road to his reason.

A woman without a man cannot meet a man, any man, of any age, without thinking, even if it's for a half-second, Perhaps this is the man.

As you get older, you don't get wiser. You get irritable.

Sometimes I dislike women, I dislike us all, because of our capacity for not-thinking when it suits us; we choose not to think when we are reaching our for happiness.

How boring these emotions are that we're caught in and can't get free of, no matter how much we want to...

How difficult it will be not to fall in love with him. How impossible, I thought worriedly, how tricky, to insist on not falling in love, to make my heart forget this strange, gentle man and this exciting night, to not get swept away. On the brink of sleep, enveloped in his breath, I thought how dangerous and complicated it would be, and how if I wasn't careful I might fall in love with him right at that very moment.

What he didn't know was that he always would and that in all those important moments that were yet to come to pass in his life, there would be a searing wound. Over time the wound would grow smaller, but it would never disappear.

He had reframed himself in my mind as a thickheaded man who couldn't conceive that his words and actions hurt me deeply, benign as he may have thought they were. The consequences were that what he had done changed the way I felt about him. And a halfhearted apology wouldn't restore my love for him.

Yeah, I know." The poor girl. I felt very bad