Quotes About Emotions

It was a pattern he would play out his entire life: Rather than lose someone he cared for, he would withdraw first, usually by creating some mock conflict as a way of lessening the abandonment he felt was inevitable.

Jimi had an extraordinary sense of self-awareness and an uncanny ability to use music to express emotional truths.

Pain and joy are also part of the polyphony of life, and ... they can exist independently side by side.

If there's no relationship with a father who's absent, nobody talks about it.

A joke was the best barometer for mental weather.

Jeff wished he were a computer himself. It sounded so calm and certain. He, as usual, was terrified.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

Disappointment is inevitable. But to become discouraged, there's a choice I make. God would never discourage me. He would always point me to himself to trust him. Therefore, my discouragement is from Satan. As you go through the emotions that we have, hostility is not from God, bitterness, unforgiveness, all of these are attacks from Satan.

Revenge was personal as a rule. Otherwise it was pointless.

Children were quick to grasp the subtleties of emotions around them, to see through evasions and quickly identify prevarication.

There's a narrow line between love and hate sometimes, you know. And it can be crossed unwittingly.

But what kind of love? It had so many faces, so many names. Jealousy wove a thread around it, and envy, and fear. People died for love–and killed for it. And yet in itself it was indefinable, it wore whatever passions people brought to it, like a mountebank, with no reality of its own.

I'd always follow Nixon's orders, but you can't order somebody to be happy.

When I loved you and you loved me, You were the sky, the sea, the tree; Now the skies are skies, and seas are seas, And trees are brown and they are trees.

The point is I don't love your wife. I love your daughter, sir.

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Why isn't one taught how to be loved? Why isn't one taught anything?

Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

You want to tell a story? Grow a heart. Grow two. Now, with the second heart, smash the first one into bits.

I hate everything about her except for the fact that I love everything about her.

All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.

On the worst days, I feel fine. On the best days, I know I am not.

She says that is exactly what she's crying about. That everything is all right. That the world isn't ending. That we'll never tell each other how we really feel because everything is okay. Okay enough to just sit around, being okay. Okay enough that we forget we don't have long, that it's late, late in this universe, and at some point in the future, it's not going to be okay.

I tell TAMMY it will be all right. She says what will be all right? I say whatever you are crying about. She says that is exactly what she's crying about. That everything is all right. That the world isn't ending. That we'll never tell each other how we really feel because everything is okay. Okay enough to just sit around, being okay.