Quotes About Emotions

In essence the practice is always the same: instead of falling prey to a chain reaction of revenge or self-hatred, we gradually learn to catch the emotional reaction and drop the story lines.

When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless, that it doesn't have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast and limitless.

Inner peace begins the moment you choose not to allow another person or event to control your emotions.

Ninguna de las dos estaba preparada para reconocer que le gustaría proteger a la otra. Habría sido como permitir que el miedo entrara en la habitación.

Ze wist maar al te goed, terwijl ze daar in het doffe namiddaglicht zat met de potsierlijke verzameling kommen en schalen voor haar uitgestald, dat eenzaamheid tot eenzaamheid sprak en dat hij een rechtstreeks appél op haar gevoelens deed.

Sólo sumida en ese torbellino de emociones, en mis horas, más bajas, descubrí que la gente podía seguir amándome aunque viera mi verdadero yo. Con el lado oscuro incluido.

Far as I'm concerned, they're all still here, like a lot of dear little ghosts.

Is nausea always a manifestation of grief? Who am I to know? I have never been thus before. Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.

Calm down, she tells herself. Just because this has never happened to you before. Because you have reached the ripe age of thirty-one without knowing this peculiar derangement. For derangement is what it surely is; only by stern physical effort can she keep herself from looking at him, touching him.

Feelings also may be inescapable, Edward learned, but there are ways of cheating them. Of diverting them. Of hiding from them. Your own howls can be drowned out by the howls of the rest of the world, if you set about it properly. If you are naturally self-deprecating, and exceptionally under-endowed with egotism, the process comes almost naturally. Eventually you are exercised only about the atrocities around. Or so it can seem.

A dor faz-nos cruéis, A dor muito prolongada faz-nos cruéis e indiferentes à crueldade, o que é ainda pior.

Não há amor resistente à solidão.

Para mim, o casal perfeito é aquele onde há ternura e vontade de estar por vezes um com o outro. O amor destrói os casais. Não acredito no amor.

The sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness

To love is to be tired of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It is exceedingly important that we not love.)

sorrow was always the bedfellow of depravity.

the drama upon the stage is sometimes no more than an intensification of the rituals within our own hearts.

The love that dares not speak its name has never stopped talking.

there are no haunted houses...only haunted people

He could not bear to part with his paintings because they were an aspect of his being.

The paintings were a history of his inward life, and he did not particularly care how they fared in the exterior world of change and decay.

Perhaps if I had been able to put things in plain language, it might have been plain that things between us were so damnably unequal, that I loved her as I would never love anyone else and that she loved me as a young woman might love a devoted brother, a trusted bodyguard, or a horse that never stumbles, never shies, but takes all fences willingly, and carries her safely across.

For all the things that had happened to her, all the people she had met, the miles of ocean she had covered, she could feel nothing worth writing except: 'an exceedingly grand apartment which I spoil by the excess of irritation and agitation I carry with me everywhere...

He would never believe, in his wildest dreams ,that she no longer loved him. She had said it once, but he would dismiss these sorts of things as temperament or wine as if a bottle contained an infusion of foreign thoughts with which she had innocently poisoned herself.