Quotes About Emotions

most North Americans of his generation, Hal tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he does about the objects and pursuits themselves. It's hard to say for sure whether this is even exceptionally bad, this tendency.

Al parecer, hay personas profundamente temerosas de sus propias emociones, en especial de las dolorosas. Penas profundas, arrepentimientos, tristezas. En especial la tristeza, tal vez. Como si algo que se siente de verdad y por completo no tuviera fin ni fondo. Algo que podría volverse infinito y atraparlos.

The next year had seen them drop into the crazy-obsessive love spiral in which they'd break up and then not be able to stay away from each other, until one time she was able to stay away, and that was all she wrote.

It never once occurs to him, though, that the reason he's so unhappy is that he's an asshole.

Hal wills himself to stay objective and not form any judgments before he has serious data, hoping desperately for some sort of hopeful feeling to emerge.

The world divides into those who like the managed induction of terror and those who don't. I do not find terror exciting. I find it terrifying.

I'm not a machine. I feel and believe. I have opinions. Some of them are interesting. I could, if you'd let me, talk and talk. Let's talk about anything. I

And yet this nauseated feeling has come and gone for you in the past, it's passed eventually during prior depressions, Katherine, has it not?' 'But when you're in the feeling you forget. The feeling feels like it's always been there and will always be there, and you forget. It's like this whole filter drops down over the whole way you think about everything, a couple weeks after—

A menudo las bromas y el sarcasmo eran la botella en la que los depresivos clínicos enviaban sus aullidos más estridentes en busca de alguien que los cuidara y ayudara.

and he can feel his heart going out into the world...

That having sex with someone you do not care for feels lonelier than not having sex in the first place, afterward. That it is permissible to want.

Like most North Americans of his generation, Hal tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he does about the objects and pursuits themselves.

they can all stand quiescent in airless venues for extended periods, their eyes' expressions that unique NYC combination of Zen meditation and clinical depression, clearly unhappy but never complaining.

Marathe was prepared to die violently at any time, which rendered him free to choose among emotions.

As I see it, even though the cartridge's end has both characters emoting out of every pore, Accomplice!'s essential project remains abstract and self-reflexive; we end up feeling and thinking not about the characters but about the cartridge itself.

In one scene she says fuck.

The emotionally Hobbesian meat market of the dating scene.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words.

all that green just sits in the heat and seethes. Like

My husband laughed without smiling. He looked at the last of the sun-colored water as we approached the Brooklyn Bridge's system of angled shadow. Because if no one is really the way we see them, I said, that would include me. And you. Rudy admired the sunset out loud. He said it looked explosive, hanging, all round, just slightly over the water. Reflected and doubled in that bit of river. But he'd been looking only at the water. I'd watched him.

You are so crushed and revolted. You become a lesbian

They're not for petting, though. When you come close they flatten their ears and show big teeth. The grooms laugh to themselves as we jump back. These are special competitive horses, intricately bred, w/ high-strung artistic temperaments. I wish I'd brought carrots: animals can be bought, emotionally.

When you're going through hard times and God seems distant, apologetics can help you to remember that our faith is not based on emotions, but on the truth, and therefore you must hold on to it.

Stan, sitting beside Zeena, tried to concentrate on the words and guess what the reverend was going to say next. Anything to keep from thinking. It's not my fault he's dead. I didn't mean to kill him. I killed him. There it starts again and all day I wasn't feeling anything and I thought I'd lost it.