Quotes About Emotions

The response of a loyal man against the most severe grief from their love once, is always a silence, a silence forever." T.R.Fraz

I laugh when i'm hurt.I laugh when i'm confused.I laugh when i'm angry.I laugh because others will laugh as well, and while we are laughing, I feel okay for a while.

Your brand story's "happily ever after" involves open wallets.

All human aspirations are opportunities for brands to build relationships.

KATE: Everyone is effed up, Dalton. At some point, you just have to find someone to share the baggage with.---Dawson Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire, Book 5)

You're allowed to be sad and angry. You're not allowed to give up.

People who smile tend to manage, teach and sell more effectively, and to raise happier children. There's far more information in a smile than a frown. That's why encouragement is a much more effective teaching device than punishment.

All choices are based on either fear or love.

You're not going to like everyone, and not everyone is going to like you. It's a statistical impossibility. So don't fret over it, and don't feel guilty or insecure about it.

Without mindfulness, we let our old, habitual behaviors and emotions cause us to wipe out in the tumultuous surf.

Human relationships are not rocket science--the are far, far more complicated

The emotional findings, then, suggest that to gain the most benefit from writing about life's traumas, acknowledge the negative but celebrate the positive.

If haunted by an emotional upheaval in your life, try writing about it or sharing the experience with others. However, if you catch yourself telling exactly the same story over and over in order to get past your distress, rethink your strategy. Try writing or talking about your trauma in a completely different way. How

Younger people could dredge up an impressive number of dark words to express their pain. As writers got older and older, their negative emotion vocabulary diminished and their positive emotion word count skyrocketed. As

Human relationships are not rocket science—they are far, far more complicated.

That our feelings affect the ways we think about the world is the take-home message of this chapter. Our emotions influence our thinking, which is reflected in the ways we use function words.

Well-wrought poems and works of imaginative literature can do for us what stone-cold prose can never do. They can help us grasp the full dimension of ways of life other than our own.

Step on my toe. Must I curse? I may. Must I forgive you? I may. Must I yell? I may. Must I smile? I may. What I do will reflect my character, but it is "I" who will act and not just react like a bell ringing when a button is pushed.

They stared fondly at each other, remembering simpler days of unclouded idealism. Goodrich shook his head. "Solomon, you son of a bitch! What are you doing here?" Mark smiled exasperatedly, almost defensively. "I've been lonely for my family. Then I heard you were back. That did it. I came down.

You know what makes me the maddest?" Mark seemed confused and somewhat sullen. He took out his pipe and began to pack it from a leather pouch. "That I have to act like a criminal.

In the living room Goodrich's father sat in a large chair across from the sofa, motionless. He appeared very tired. His mother stood nervously behind the chair, obviously dreading his entrance into the room.

She had clothed herself, even at near-midnight, and brushed her platinum hair. "Where's Mark?" His father eyed him tiredly. "He's gone." His mother kneaded the fabric of the chair in both her hands. "Oh, you have to tell him, Peter. You can't just say that." "All right." His father stared straight ahead for another long moment, precisely into nothing

He sensed that it was all here, everything, and there was none of it there. All of life's compelling throbs, condensed and honed each time a bullet flew: the pain, the brother-love, the sacrifice. Nobility discovered by those who'd never even contemplated sacrifice, never felt an emotion worth their own blood on someone else's altar.

I was at the same time impressed with the falsity of the general idea that Frenchmen are excitable and emotional, and that Germans are calm and phlegmatic. Frenchmen are merely gay and never overwhelmed by their emotions. When they talk loud and fast, it is merely talk, while Germans get worked up and red in the face when sustaining an opinion, and in heated discussions are likely to allow their emotions to sweep them off their feet.