Quotes About Emotions

Recognize that feelings fade unless restimulated, and use this to your advantage. Avoid restimulating undesired feelings.

you see, Dan, when you resist what happens, your mind begins to race ; the thoughts that assail you are actually created by you

when profound questions are asked of the heart, the answers are best kept to yourself.

Inside all of us, she reflected, were smiling bones. She would do her best to remember from now on that even on the hardest days there was always a smile underneath her skin.

Sol had not known he was lonely until he met Sarai.

at that moment, the sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.

We thought we were special, opening our perceptions, honing our empathy, spilling that cauldron of shared pain onto the dance floor of language and then trying to make a minuet out of all that chaotic hurt. It doesn't matter a damn bit. We're no avatars, no sons of god or man. We're only us, scribbling our conceits alone, reading alone, and dying alone.

No one wants to pay for a look at another person's angst.

L'ondata divenne una massa urlante di rivoltosi; in quel momento, la somma dei quozienti d'intelligenza era molto inferiore a quella del più modesto componente singolo. La folla ha passioni, non cervello.

My days were but heartbeats to you. I hated you for that.

Our apartment was filled with photos of us, notes I wrote to myself about us, holos of us on Hyperion, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you know. In the morning he would be an absolute stranger. By afternoon I began to believe what we'd had, even if I couldn't remember. By evening I'd be crying in his arms Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then, sooner or later, I'd go to sleep. It's better this way." Rachel

the sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.

The problem with being passionately in love, I thought, is that it deprives you of too much sleep.

We have our non-organic memory to fall back on when our neural memories seem doubtful. Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

It just makes me so goddamn mad," she said, still looking away from Saul. "Yes." "I mean, it's like he didn't even count. He wasn't important. Do you know what I mean?

He hated it when she had too much to drink and tried to hide it, acting the perfect lady—but Harlen could always tell by the precise diction, the slow movements, and the way she got all sloppy and tried to hug him.

I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

Every once in a while, the darkness was too much. It had been quite some time since I had woken up in the middle of the night and into an abyss of terror. But here I was. ... I couldn't soothe myself. ... But if that person had been accessible to me, I wouldn't have been in the state I was in to begin with. [pp. 195-196]

But gratitude and trauma weren't mutually exclusive.

If I'm not writing, my heart hardens, rather than lifts.

I'm not giving you up," she said. The thin shell holding me together cracked, and suddenly I was weeping with my whole body. "And you'd better not be giving me up," she said. Every syllable, deliberate. "I'm not giving you up, Shirl," I sobbed. "I was so afraid that—" "I have fewer years ahead of me than behind me," she said. "And you are my brother's daughter.

She numbs her feelings, because they are bigger than she is.

She'd also read up on neuroplasticity. Theo had always lagged behind, in terms of his emotional agility