Quotes About Emotions

The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.

Take the advice I sometimes have to give to myself: Don't say something permanently painful just because you are temporarily ticked off.

Listening is more than just being quiet for a moment. It's not just the pause we were talking about earlier. Listening includes paying attention to the whole person, and especially their emotions.

So if we have a mouth problem, in actuality what we really have is a mind and heart issue.

Remember, possessing feelings of anger isn't wrong. What is wrong is when we allow them to fester and then we choose to fight.

Listening requires attending to the other person's heart.

The mouth speaks what the heart has stored.

comments, nasty words, flying criticisms, and awful accusations. We can even use silence as a weapon. When we give someone the cold shoulder, we may hold in our words, but we're spewing out our feelings all the same.

God created us with emotions, and anger is one of them. Feeling the emotion of anger is not the problem. The problem is when we let our anger trigger actions that result in wrongdoing.

Listening includes paying attention to the whole person, and especially their emotions. When we really listen, we give careful attention not just to the words a person says but also to the feelings he or she is trying to communicate. Listening requires attending to the other person's heart.

She knew that it was not smart to address her concerns about money directly, for men despised women who confronted them in this way. She knew that the smart wife, especially one no longer willing to parlay sexual favors, would find a way to bring up matters sweetly, pouring honey all over the problem before showing it to the husband. But she was out of patience.

Gregor, have you ever been in love? No, I've never been that foolish.

Blast the man! How dare he pack his bags and ride away after all the work she'd done! Worse, how dare he do it while looking so damned appealing?

Mother always said he was like a lake, calm on the surface though a powerful current rumbled beneath. Tristan, meanwhile, was the ocean—his feelings frothed and foamed on the surface, crashing like waves into every situation.

By Ra, you're an impertinent, saucy—" "Careful, Hurst. We just kissed, so according to you, I shall now interpret every thing you say in a very negative manner and might burst into tears and run shrieking off to a convent.

Every time they lost their tempers, storms would gather. That could be a boon in dry weather.

It near broke my heart to treat such a good piece of meat in such a way. Aye, Red said with feeling. I watched ye do it, and it near made me cry,too. Sophia laughed and hugged her father. When this is over,Mary will cook you an entire leg of mutton, perfectly roasted and seasoned. His eyes brightened. With mint sauce? Aye, Mary said, beaming.

It is surprising how many times a good feeling can be confused with a bad one. Often one is unsure which feeling it really is until much later.

You will be glad to know that Mary has made something special for dinner. Something edible, I hope. Her lips twitched. Absolutely. Then it's doubly a pity that I don't want dinner this evening. The hunger that roared through him had nothing to do with food. No dinner? But Mary- Are you hungry? She gave an odd flicker of a smile. I couldn't eat anything now if my life depended on it. Her admission relaxed his taut nerves. She was as affected as he was. Good. That's how it should be.

Nonsense," Ophelia said stoutly. "They're happy sheep. You can tell." "How?" Sophia demanded. Ophelia regarded the ewes for a moment, then suddenly broke into a huge grin. "Maybe you can tell they 're happy sheep because they don't feel baaaaad.

Mama G nodded and turned away, pulling a tissue from her sweater pocket and wiping her eyes. "I'm making this harder on us both." "Nonsense. You're scared. To be honest, I'm scared, too. But we're together and that isn't going to change.

Beth sighed. "I want a relationship, but then again…I don't." To her surprise, Grandfather cackled. "That's quite normal, my girl. Quite normal indeed. There are no guarantees in this life. You have to take what you can get and enjoy it while you have it.

But love? True love? As wretched as loneliness could be, it was nothing compared to the pain of betrayal. He'd seen with his own eyes what "love" did to a person—how it built hopes that were rarely, if ever, realized. Falling in love meant being weak, vulnerable to the whims of another.

The tenacity with which the neurotic adheres to any attitude is a sure indication that the attitude fulfills functions which seem indispensable in the framework of his neurosis.