Quotes About Emotions

Grown women didn't cry; tough, hardened, pirate queens didn't cry. Damn her eyes, what the hell was wrong with her? Her lover stirred—and Maeve froze. Dark azure eyes opened, and he looked lazily up at her through his lashes. "There now, what's this? Did I do something wrong?" He sat up, and tried to reach for her. "Say something wrong?" But she only leapt up and off the bed, putting distance between them.

You were right, you know." "About what?" "About me. About the things I've kept locked within myself, about my dread of getting close to anyone, about everything. I thought you were talking a load of rubbish, but somewhere, somehow, I ended up looking deep inside myself and found that you spoke the truth. You saw something I didn't. Something I didn't want to see. And you've made me realize that allowing one's self to love and be loved isn't so frightening, after all.

A dalliance? Is that what you think of me? A dalliance? " "Now, Maeve, darling—" "Don't you now Maeve darling me!" she cried and swung her open palm against his jaw with all the force in her body. He stood there and allowed her to slap him. He saw the fire blazing now in her eyes, hot angry fire that burned him to the core.

courting and dumping." Matt scowled. Steam appeared

Work left undone for years affects people's moods, their feelings about themselves, their ability to work creatively, and their hopes for the future.

las emociones viscerales y la rabia tienen más peso que el cálculo racional de los costes y beneficios económicos.

Rather than feeling vindicated, I felt guilty. It seemed cruel, and all my fault, somehow. My relationship with my mother had always brought into question any sense I had of myself as a good and decent person. [p. 128]

Mr. Tibble bowed his head, and Amanda was immediately sorry she'd spoken with such cool disdain. She did not like to see timid Mr. Tibble quake, but she was having a hard time controlling her displeasure. The envelope she'd let fall to her lap, standing out so glaringly white against the skirt of her black bombazine gown, might contain a letter from her deceased parents using just the sort of tender words she'd longed to hear from them

Melancholic madness strapped to your chest and you have no way of releasing the fear.

Becoming familiar with your amygdala and the kinds of things it reacts to in life is an important part of learning to regulate your own stress and manage your tendencies to approach and avoid things in your life, including your children.

The friendship was never repaired, of course, but, then, how could it be? The two men had met in the nineteen-seventies and had seen each other only twice in the intervening years. The mutual affection they felt was an almost entirely theoretical construct, based on memories of long ago shared experiences- not unlike what I felt toward my brother by then, I suppose. Part fading recollections, part faith.

Memory is a great deceiver, grief and longing cloud the past, and recollections, even vivid ones, fade.

He imagined her impressed by his maturity, by his willingness to share her with another man. But this formulation was partial. It did not take into account the fact that she'd loved him, or that he'd broken her heart. It did not consider that her heart might be broken still, or that every time they slept together, it broke a little more.

SANTIAGO RONCAGLIOLO: I always start from real emotions and experiences because I think that gives the narrative a lot of force. But the act of writing consists precisely in distorting those facts through fiction, injecting them with lies, until fantasy overtakes reality. The truth is never enough. That's why I write novels.

Ellos no querían hablar sobre la guerra, suponía él, querían hablar sobre sus tíos, sus primos, sus vecinos en aquellos pueblos que abandonaron hacía tanto tiempo; sobre cómo era el olor de la tierra en su hogar, el ruido de la lluvia al caer en ráfagas sobre las copas de los árboles, los colores chillones de la campiña en flor.

People... h?v? liv?d in a ??nditi?n of denial, di?t?rt?d feelings, ?nd ??m?ul?iv? b?h?vi?r?, ?nd as a r??ult, th?? h?v? developed l?w self-worth, deep ?h?m?, in?d??u???, ?nd ?ng?r.

Like most clichés, it is fundamentally true that the anxious, the melancholy, the manic, and the obsessed are more likely to become therapists than other people.

Never express too much love, affection, care to someone, because it is human tendency to underestimate anything that free of cost.

Emotional explosions are neural hijackings. At those moments, evidence suggests, a center in the limbic brain proclaims an emergency, recruiting the rest of the brain to its urgent agenda. The hijacking occurs in an instant, triggering this reaction crucial moments before the neocortex, the thinking brain, has had a chance to glimpse fully what is happening, let alone decide if it is a good idea.

It's not events, but our opinions about them, which cause us suffering." Ellis

Epictetus, who said, "It's not events, but our opinions about them, which cause us suffering.

Skunking is spraying negative energy into the workplace, as skunks do when they're frightened.

I just think that the collective experience of going to see a film is something you can't recreate.

For sudden Joys, like Griefs, confound at first.