Quotes About Emotions

When I had tried to stop previously there were weeks of dark depression. There would be odd days when I was comparatively cheerful but the next day I would invariably sink back into the misery and depression. It was like clawing your way out of a slippery pit—you feel that you are nearing the top; you can see the sunshine—and then find yourself sliding back down again.

So just relax, keep your mind open, and accept the feeling for what it is: the Little Monster fading away. In this frame of mind, these become moments of real pleasure rather than moments of struggle.

It's best to keep one's resentment to oneself.

Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.

Every American wants MORE MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

I have just discovered that I have no feelings, just thoughts, borrowed thoughts taken from someone I admire because he seems to have feelings.

False emotions broadcast thru the Land

If you must suffer, suffer nobly. Love, laugh through your tears, or cry, create and perhaps, perish.

I'm crying all the time now. I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall. I cried listening to Bach. I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard, I cried at the sadness of the middle aged trees. Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul. God appearing to be seen and cried over. Overflowing heart of Paterson.

I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.

The most important thing about dreams is the existence in them of magical emotions, to which waking consciousness is not ordinarily sentient. Awe of vast constructions; familiar eternal halls of buildings; sexual intensity in rapport; deathly music; grief awakenings, perfected lodgings.

gran parte de nuestra conciencia está llena de lenguaje, como una especie de murmulleo detrás de la oreja, un continuo blablablá que en realidad nos impide respirar hacia lo más hondo y sentir con más sutileza y dulzura los sentimientos que realmente albergamos como personas, los unos por los otros, más que como máquinas parlantes.

La memoria es ficción. Seleccionamos lo más brillante y lo más oscuro, ignorando lo que nos avergüenza, y así bordamos el ancho tapiz de nuestra vida

We learn to live with sadness like a great, lovely companion, because it's a soft sadness that softens the heart and makes you open to everything.

His experiences at the scene of so many violent events had not hardened him: he was still vulnerable to the emotions of his adolescence.

Truth is, I didn't really tell him anything much anymore. Richard had gone off into the forest o his own journey to self-discovery, as people do at our age, but he forgot to drop a trail of crumbs for me to follow him. I had no clue where he was and I'd stopped trying to find out, mainly because he didn't seem to notice or care at I wasn't looking anymore. Too much of the time, I felt like a single parent.

Plus grands sont les amours, plus courte est la mémoire Vous l'avez oublié, nous en sommes tous là ; Le cÅ"ur le plus aimant n'est qu'une vaste armoire. On fait deux tours, et puis voilà.

If those we love visit us when we dream, those who torment us almost always visit us when we're still awake.

We wore that grief like one wears one's underclothes. An invisible skin, unseen to prying eyes, but knitted to us all the same. We wore it every day.

There are two sensations of skin you will always remember in your lifetime; the first time you fall in love-and that person holds your hand-and the first time your child grasps your finger. In each of those times, you are sealed to the other for eternity.

You are too young to understand, solange, but there are many different types of love in this world. There are lovers of the flesh, lovers of the mind, and lovers sustained by family.:

But in order to survive in this foreign world, I had to teach myself that love was very much like a painting. The negative space between people was just as important as the positive space we occupy.

Mostly, what people mean by love is laziness.