Quotes About Emotions

He had sworn a thousand times to kill her, but Cosca had broken all manner of oaths in his life, and the sight of her brought no rage. Instead what welled up in him was a mixture of worn-out self-pity, sappy joy and, most of all, piercing shame at seeing in her face how far he had fallen. He felt the ache in his nose, behind his cheeks, tears welling in his stinging eyes. For once he was grateful that they were red as wounds at the best of times. If he wept, no once could tell the difference.

There aren't many wounds that ever heal all the way, and there are some that hurt more with every day that passes.

If you have to tell someone you are furious, and then, furthermore, that you mean it, your fury has failed to achieve its desired effect.

Cuando me enamoro, me da muy fuerte y, por regla general, es algo que ocurre varias veces al día

A türelem éppen olyan félelmetes fegyver, mint a harag. S?t, félelmetesebb, mert kevesebb ember rendelkezik vele.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge." —Paul Gauguin

Strange, that however tough one's skin becomes in later life, the wounds of youth never close.

It was a look that gave her a tingle, all right, but not in a good way. In that look she saw her silly bloody hopes as twisted and broken as she'd left that Lowlander's arm, and it was no one's fault but her own. She shouldn't have let herself hope, but hopes are like weeds: however often you root them out they keep on springing up.

Could the motive be nothing more than simple self-preservation? When you lose the instinct yourself, it's hard to remember how powerful it is for everyone else. He felt himself starting to smile.

She wished she had better words. Ones that somehow bound up all he'd been to her. All the things felt but never said. All the holes he'd leave behind. But how can you fit all that in a bit of breath? 'By

I would ask you to look into your heart." "Oh, mine's a very small one. People who seek for anything of much significance in there are inevitably disappointed.

A bruising love where every pat was just this side of a slap. The love one has for something always beneath you.

Love and hate have just knife's edge between them.

I miss you,' said Rikke. Said it to both of them. But she wasn't sure whether she missed them, or she missed who she'd been when she was with them.

They tell you drink makes you happy, but what they mean is it makes happy folk happier. They don't tell you that it makes unhappy folk more fucking unhappy than ever.

but if you let other people's smugness make you angry you'll be angry all the time.

That thought, as the misery of others often can, made him feel just a little better.

I remember how much rock and roll music can hurt. It can be so free and sexy when you are not.

Can you accept the notion that once you change your internal state, you don't need the external world to provide you with a reason to feel joy, gratitude, appreciation, or any other elevated emotion?

Warning: when feelings become the means of thinking, or if we cannot think greater than how we feel, we can never change. To change is to think greater than how we feel. To change is to act greater than the familiar feelings of the memorized self.

And can you teach your body emotionally what it would feel like to believe in this way . . . to be empowered . . . to be moved by your own greatness . . . to be invincible . . . to have courage . . . to be in love with life . . . to feel unlimited . . . to live as if your prayers are already answered? . . .

The point is, true happiness has nothing to do with pleasure, because the reliance on feeling good from such intensely stimulating things only moves us further from real joy.

The brain thinks, but the heart knows.

By Itself, Conscious Positive Thinking Cannot Overcome Subconscious Negative Feelings