Quotes About Emotions

Scientific theories are organically conditioned just as much as religious emotions are; and if we only knew the facts intimately enough, we should doubtless see the liver determining the dicta of the sturdy atheist as decisively as it does those of the Methodist under conviction anxious about his soul.

Love comes in so many forms, and pain is no different.

His fists raised, his cheeks flushed with rage, his whole body trembling, the man stood there in front of me, beside himself with fury and having lost all self-control. After each outburst Hitler would stride up and down the carpet edge, then suddenly stop immediately before me and hurl his next accusation in my face. He was almost screaming, his eyes seemed to pop out of his head and the veins stood out in his temples.

He frequently lost all self-control and his language grew increasingly violent. In his intimate circle he now found no restraining influence.47

If tears of grief flowed from the eyes and tears of anger from the ears, I could show my heart without saying a word. But my tears all pour in the same way from my eyes, and there's no difference in their color. It's not surprising that you can't tell what's in my heart.

She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.

The city's a heart, I said, and in that a heart and a city were sutured into a third thing, a heartish city, and cities are heart-stained, and hearts are city-stained too.

There are no telepaths in this universe, I think, but there are empathics, with languages so silent that they may as well be sharing thoughts.

The return to anywhere you last visited as a child is difficult, especially when it's a door. Your heart beats harder when you knock.

These felt very much like last moments.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with the loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say good-bye.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

One joy scatters a hundred griefs.

Never write a letter while you are angry.

If you are patient in a moment of anger, you will escape one hundred days of sorrow.

Not the fastest horse can catch a word spoken in anger.

Married couples tell each other a thousand things without speech.

One happiness scatters a thousand sorrows.

One joy shatters a hundred griefs

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent their making a nest in your hair

?ôi khi ch? c?n nhìn vào l?ng m?t ng??i ta ?ã có th? ?oán bi?t ngay ???c tâm tr?ng h? ra sao, có nh?ng c?m xúc gì ?ang di?n ra trong lòng h?

Why did everyone become so obsessed with being 'perky', upbeat, and happy all the time? In our happiness-obsessive culture, even a lack of smile might cause people to think there is something wrong with you. What's worse is when we buy into it ourselves.

Anxiety = Uncertainty x Powerlessness