Quotes About Emotions

Part of growing into an emotionally mature Christian is learning how to apply practically and effectively the truths we believe.

How can I be angry and not sin?

Da deres energi på denne måde ikke frit kan strømme udad, føler de sig glædes- og kraftesløse, og oplever som følge heraf verden som overvældende. Især i udåndingens øjeblik, som ellers ville passe til ubeskyttet given-slip, koncentrerer de sig krampagtigt om at beskytte sig selv.

Uelskede har en tilbøjelighed til altid på ny at lade sig overmande af de livsformer, de bliver syge af. Når dette sker, synker de dybere og dybere ned i deres uelskethed. Kærligheden er fortsat ulevet.

Uelskede føler sig hurtigt under tryk. Derfor sætter de deres grænser for snært.

Tryk forvandles ikke til trang, til livslyst eller livsglæde, men splintres voldeligt, hvis alle kræfter sættes ind. Og det er tragisk. Den slags mennesker knuses af den is, som deres hjerter ikke kan smelte. De ødelægger det, de ville være gode ved.

In Germany, it seems, time doesn't heal wounds; it kills the sensation of pain.

Sembra che in Germania il tempo non guarisca le ferite, ma uccida il dolore.

One can define conservatism as the political form of melancholy. Fluctuating between equanimity and disgust, the conservative watches the activities of those moved by progressive feelings and waits for entropy to do its work.

The notion of private ideas had no ground in [prehistoric] emotional experience.... The notion of a private interior in which the subject can close the door behind it, reflect upon and express itself was unknown before the early individualistic turn in antiquity; its propagandists were the men known as sages or philosophers.... who first gave the motif that true thought was only possible as independent thought, as thinking differently from the stupid masses....

Du bist, was du liebst, nicht wer dich liebt. [...] Was ich damit sagen wolle? [...] Dass ein Mensch, der liebt, immer schon gewonnen hat, egal ob sich seine Liebe erfüllt oder nicht.

Glück malt man mit Punkten, Unglück mit Strichen", sagte sie. "Du musst, wenn du unser Glück beschreiben willst, ganz viele kleine Punkte machen wie Seurat. Und dass es Glück war, wird man erst aus der Distanz sehen.

Ich kannte kaum jemanden in der Stadt. Niemanden, um genau zu sein. Ein paarmal hatte ich mich verliebt in ein Gesicht, aber ich hatte gelernt, solchen Gefühlen auszuweichen, bevor sie zu einer Bedrohung wurden. Ich hatte einige gescheiterte Beziehungen hinter mir und hatte mich, ohne wirklich einen Entschluss zu fassen, für den Moment mit meinem Alleinsein abgefunden.

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

most people would rather feel guilty than feel helpless.

Publilius Syrus say: amare et sapere vix deo conced-itur? Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time.

We also know, of course, that human beings are not perfectly rational calculators. Our behavior and decisions are based on a mixture of calculation, emotions, and internalized norms, with calculation often a minor component of the cocktail.

Monica Seles: I'd hate to be next door to her on her wedding night.

Thats the thing about pain, it demands to be felt

Pain demands to be felt.

The important thing is not what nonsense the voices are saying, but what the voices are feeling.

Look around your house and find an item you've tried to discard before but just couldn't. Examine it and think about letting it go. What other thoughts arise? Does your mind struggle to stop you from getting rid of this item? Remember: You really don't have to obey your mind's command to hang on to it.

Innately affectionate, and innately afraid of unreturned affection, and indomitably unwilling to let any of that stop her.

You said it was colorful. What changed?" "I don't know. Maybe nothing. I just— I don't actually remember the dreams when I wake up any more." "So how do you know you still have them?" Pag asked. Fuck it I thought, and tipped back the last of my pint in a single gulp. "I know." "How?" I frowned, taken aback. I had to think for a few moments before I remembered. "I wake up smiling," I said.