Quotes About Emotions

E. O. Wilson has summarized it in his book The Social Conquest of Earth, we exist with a bizarre combination of "Stone Age emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology.

Your anger is part of your healthy side. It is serving a useful purpose, telling you that you need to change the way you relate to other people. Your anger can help you to get in touch with the part of yourself that wants something different—that wants to change and grow. One powerful way to get in touch with this sense of yourself is through your anger. Your anger may be your only clue that there is something else that you want.

R?kimas - psichologinio pralaim?jimo ženklas. Nepulkite kito žmogaus. Tiesiog pasakykite, koks jo elgesys jus nuli?dino.

She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.

So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

The trees like lungs filling with air My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair

Grief is natural,' she said. 'Overcoming it is a matter of choice.

We Greeks are a moody people. Suicide makes sense to us. Putting up Christmas lights after your own daughter does it—that makes no sense. What my yia yia could never understand about America was why everyone pretended to be happy all the time.

The lover`s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn`t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in sadness, joy, or regret. Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that is oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions.

But, like anyone in love, Madeleine believed that her own relationship was different from every other relationship, immune from typical problems.

When you stood between somebody you loved and death, it was hard to be awake and it was hard to sleep.

They thought depression was like bieng 'depressed'. They thought it was like being in a bad mood, only worse. Therefore, they tried to get him to snap out of it.

You don't understand me. I'm a teenager. I've got problems!

Is there anything as incredible as the love story of your own parents? Anything as hard to grasp as the fact that those two over-the-hill players, permanently on the disabled list, were once in the starting lineup? It's impossible to imagine my father, who in my experience was aroused mainly by the lowering of interest rates, suffering the acute, adolescent passions of the flesh.

Adolescents tend to seek love where they can find it.

It seemed like we were supposed to feel sorry for everything that ever happened, ever.

What my yia yia could never understand about America was why everyone pretended to be happy all the time.

When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls' emotional state at that point, he said, Buffeted but not broken.

Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions. Germanic traincar constructions like, say, the happiness that attends disaster. Or: the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy. I'd like to show how intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members connects with the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.

He wanted women to love him, all women, beginning with his mother and going on from there. Therefore, whenever any woman got mad at him, he felt maternal disapproval crashing down upon his shoulders, as if he'd been a naughty boy.

It was as if her own heart had been surgically removed from her body and was being kept at a remote location, still connected to her and pumping blood through her veins, but exposed to dangers she couldn't see: her heart in a box somewhere, in the open air, unprotected.