Quotes About Emotions

Why allow other people to control your inner happiness?

If you see things with real insight, then there is no stickiness in your relationship to them. They come, pleasant and unpleasant, you see them and there is no attachment, They come and they pass. Even if the worst kinds of defilement come up, such as greed or anger, there enough wisdom to see their impermanent nature and allow them to fade away. If you react to them, by liking or disliking, that is not wisdom. You're only creating more suffering for yourself.

Love and hate are both suffering, because of desire. Wanting is suffering, wanting not to have is suffering. Even if you get what you want, it's still suffering because once you've got it, you then live in the fear of losing it. How are you going to live happily with fear?

People can have strong emotional reactions when their meditation gets towards the cessation of the ego. Panic and terror often become quite strong at those times. One can feel as though one is dying ? that is the message you can get from the conditioning of the mind.

Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend.

The barb in the arrow of childhood suffering is this its intense loneliness, its intense ignorance.

Without returning... O my feelings In this gathering darkness of spring, And against my koto My tangled, tangled hair.

My shiny black hair fallen into disarray, a thousand tangles, like a thousand tangled thoughts about my love for you.

Just leave me alone. I'm happy goddammit. I know there's at least one person in this world... who cares about me. Who doesn't want anything from me. Do you have any idea what that's like? I never did. Not once in my entire life - until now. And that's worth more to me than anything else.

If you're exposed to grief long enough, you can become addicted to it, you know. You begin to feel something's missing when­ever you're without sadness. And once this happens, sad­ness becomes a kind of queer delight...

you should try living inside the skin of someone with one of those doomed tattoos. In any case, it's not as if I have any great desire to live to a ripe old age, so it doesn't matter. If I can just live a short life, and live it fully, that's enough for me. Cry a little, laugh a little, and then it's over.

However, my contact with the movies at this age has, I feel, no relation to my later becoming a film director. I simply enjoyed the varied and pleasant stimulation added to ordinary everyday life by watching the motion-picture screen. I relished laughing, getting scared, feeling sad and being moved to tears.

The relative who had said "What are you doing?" when I was paralyzed at the sight of my brother's corpse had not been able to intimidate me, but I could not forgive myself for what I had said to my mother. And how terrible the results had been for my brother. What a fool I am!

Now, don't get angry, Kei-chan. We're both crybabies, aren't we? Only now you've become a romantic crybaby and I'm a humanist crybaby.)

And then what?" I asked. "Her father at last understood my feeling," claims Uekusa. "And what happened with the girl after that?" I queried. "Never saw her again, but we were just kids anyway." I think I understand and yet I don't.

Curse you Kakarrot!

Oh I get it. Krillian, you have a crush on Android Eighteen!

These songs are old friends I have entertained myself with when I'm washing the dishes, driving to the store and walking down the aisles. The ones that you sing when you're driving in the car and as a singer you always go back to them.

I think the Cowboys are one of only two teams in all of sports that engender love and hate to that extreme. The other is the Yankees. You love the Yankees or you hate the Yankees.

Sometimes all you had to do was breathe to ruin somebody's else's day.

I thought it was endearing when we first got together. By the end I wanted to stab him in the hand every time he dismissed my cursing as an uncreative vocabulary. I think being able to use one little four letter word to convey a hundred different thoughts is pretty fucking creative.

When he was gone I blocked his number and then deleted it from my phone. When I say good bye I mean it.

He was a shitty husband, a cruel and distant father, and had absolutely no empathy for other human beings.

The soul is that which denies the body. For example, that which refuses to run when the body trembles, to strike when the body is angry, to drink when the body is thirsty.