Quotes About Emotions

When you feel nothing, God is teaching you to live by faith.

Oh, God, the lovebirds," Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "I hate happy couples.

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?

Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?

The feelings that Beethoven put into his music were the feelings of a god. There was something olympian in his snarls and rages, and there was a touch of hellfire in his mirth.

Writing is my therapy. In addition to my real therapy. God knows where I'd be without it. I'd probably still be at my last job, working in HR at a religious organization. I was horribly miscast.

God, my brain really goes to mush when I'm pregnant.

God gives us power to bear all the sorrows of His making; but He does not give us power to bear the sorrows of our own making, which the anticipation of sorrow most assuredly is.

God gave us so many emotions, and so many strong ones. Every human being, even if he is an idiot, is a millionaire in emotions.

Reason is God's gift, but so are the passions. Reason is as guilty as passion.

Where feelings for God are dead, worship is dead.

When you go out for drinks, tell people to bring in a news story that made them say "Oh my god." Talk about it.

If we would be angry and not sin, we must be angry at nothing but sin; and we should be more jealous for the glory of God than for any interest or reputation of our own.

I had looked forward so eagerly to leaving the horrible place, yet when my release came and I knew that God's sunlight was to be free for me again, there was a certain pain in leaving

Literally, I kissed a girl, and ,like, a week later, she broke up with me. I was like, 'Oh my God, was it that bad?!'

Staying with him. Letting him touch you, hold you, GOD. It's eating me alive. You may be keeping Sawyer from hating me but you're only making me hate him

She wouldn't come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn't come back here... but God, I wanted her to.

May God keep fresh the fountain of our laughter and our tears!

Somehow, what's in our hearts, good or bad is eventually translated into words and deeds.

Space plus whatever you feel equals more whatever you feel, marvelous for happiness, God save you otherwise.

Sometimes at night, when I wake up real late, I can hear my dad talking to God. He whispers, but I still hear him. I even hear him crying sometimes, when God says something sad.

Thank God we don't serve God with our feelings, otherwise I don't know where I would be. - Pray for me.