Quotes About Emotions

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was an illusion, a mirage, and that the distance between them was now infinite, unyielding.

The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive.

What is needed, rather than running away or controlling or suppressing or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it.

I shut my eyes and pictured Grandma standing on the windowsill, looking down into the courtyard. What was she thinking before she jumped? She must have forgotten about her duties to her country, and her family too. Did she think about her granddaughter rushing back from Shandong for the funeral? Did she remember her blind sister? I wiped at my tears and took a deep breath.

p 16 ...although our limbic system [eg. attention, fear, rage....] functions throughout our lifetime, it does not mature. As a result, when our emotional "buttons" are pushed, we retain the ability to react to incoming stimulation as though we were a two-year-old, even when we are adults.

It is interesting to note that although our limbic system functions throughout our lifetime, it does not mature. As a result, when our emotional "buttons" are pushed, we retain the ability to react to incoming stimulation as though we were a two year old, even when we are adults.

value by never saying "me too" or showing their vulnerable underbelly.

If there exists in this universe anything more infuriating and crazy-making than a man, I don't know what it is, thank you, and I don't want to know.

The lesson of the Funk Dog: "You can forget what it used to feel like to feel good about life; feeling rotten—or just a low-grad funk—seems normal and therefore acceptable. I just don't believe that God intended for any of his creatures to be petted with sticks.

Everyone's always concentrating on first love. No one seems to care much about second love. or third. Or Fourth love. First love, that's the one that's always celebrated and documented like it never happened before to anyone, anywhere.

I never crush a relationship dead, I once boasted. Meaning: I always leave something in case I want to pick it up later.)

You know how I used to joke that your mother had three thousand six hundred and twenty-two feelings and I had the requisite five basic ones which have an evolutionary purpose? Because, quite frankly, most of the time I didn't know what the bloody hell she was on about? Well, since coming round from surgery I'm finding myself having others, another . . . perhaps the sixth emotion.

Yes. Happiness, anxiety, sadness, anger and disgust. It's none of those. So it might be . . . wonder.

Tears make you the villain and the unfeeling one, regardless of what you feel, simply because you can't produce them yourself. And whatever they say, I know women use them to get their own way:

Contrary to popular belief," he began, "every normal person is both male and female in some degree." What he called "erotic emotions" are felt by all people, toward virtually all other people. The problem is that "people not trained to an analytical point of view fail to consider these more complex expressions of erotic feeling," and tend to regard them as abnormal.

This not flirting and just-being-friends business was going to be bloody hard.

Because the greater the love, the more devastating the sense of betrayal.

the worst culprits were the ones who were secretly battling with their own feelings.

Sometimes wonderful things did happen, out of the blue and for no apparent reason. And what else could you do but go along with it and just be grateful that the person you loved more than anyone else in the world loved you too?

But even as the words were coming out of his mouth, he was slightly despising himself for saying them. It was what girls liked to hear though. Every now and again Dex found himself feeling like an actor who'd been performing in the same stage play for far too long. The lines came out automatically, irrespective of whether or not they were true.

In this kind of personal artwork, jettison any idea that you can help yourself or others by interpreting, praising, or criticizing. These kinds of creative pieces and experiences are only for being with. The only helpful response is to nourish the imagination and your piece by associating other images to it and noticing what feelings it evokes in you.

Don't compare the insides of your marriage to the outsides of other people's marriages. Pictures don't tell the truth. Smiling faces on Christmas cards don't reveal the pain behind the scenes. While your struggles are very personal and often very painful, but they are not unique.

I've been reading poetry publicly for 20 years, and this is what you do—you express, you sometimes dig a bit to get a conversation started. That's the point of poetry. You're supposed to go, 'Hmmmm,' and 'Wooo!

I'd tell him to go to hell, but it just so happens I'm stuck there and don't want to have to see him every day.