Quotes About Emotions

Meredith was not so secure in her maturity that she did not suffer those periods of despondency and doubt which seemed to weave through the lives of self-reliant women.

What was there to say? It was a matter of silences, not words.

We yell and scold as a way of paying homage to each other's views. This is the burden of friendship between extremely high-strung individuals.

Poco tempo fa sono andato a pranzo con un amico. Si è messo a piangere. Voleva costruirsi una barca e salpare per la Tasmania. Io gli ho riso in faccia. Una settimana dopo gli è venuta un'emorragia cerebrale. Non siamo capaci di imparare niente dagli stereotipi che ci circondano, neppure che siamo tutti uguali.

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It's a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room.

it can't afford to be hard. it won't allow itself psychologically.

Why shouldn't his death bring you into some total scandal of garment-rending grief? Why should you accommodate his death? Or surrender to it in thin-lipped tasteful bereavement? Why give him up if you can walk along the hall and find a way to place him within reach? Sink lower, she thought. Let it bring you down. Go where it takes you.

Every lost moment is the life. It's unknowable, except to us, each of us inexpressibly...

Murray says it is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.

I'm still sad, but you've given my sadness a richness and depth it has never known before.

Ask yourself what it is you want more, to ease your ancient fear or to revenge your childish dopey injured male pride." I

Some people are scared by the sunsets, some determined to be elated, but most of us don't know how to feel, are ready to go either way.

Moj? dusz? wype?nia?a lito?? nade mn? samym.

How old were you when you first realized your father was a jerk?" "Twelve and a half," Grappa said.

I didn't call Marian. I felt a loneliness, for lack of a better word, but that's the word in fact, a thing I tried never to admit to and knew how to step outside of, but sometimes even this was not means enough, and I didn't call her because I would not give in, watching the night come down.

I'll never fall in love, because I could never trust that I wouldn't be abandoned.

There was something exquisite and poetic about those fucking catastrophes.

We have a dysfunctional dream of the planet, and humans are mentally sick with a disease called fear. The symptoms of the disease are all the emotions that make humans suffer: anger, hate, sadness, envy, and betrayal. When the fear is too great, the reasoning mind begins to fail, and we call this mental illness.

If you tell someone you love him, and that person says 'Well, I don't love you, is that a reason for you to suffer? Just because someone rejects you doesn't mean you have to reject yourself. If one person doesn't love you, someone else will love you. There is always someone else. And it's better to be with someone who wants to be with you than to be with someone who has to be with you.

Our emotions act like a filter through which we see the rest of the world.

Mi možemo govoriti o ljubavi i o njoj napisati tisu?u knjiga, ali ljubav ?e biti sasvim druk?ija za svakoga od nas, jer je moramo iskusiti. U ljubavi nije rije? o na?elima, nego o djelima. Ljubav na djelu može stvarati samo sre?u. Strah na djelu može stvarati samo patnju.

Someone can intentionally send emotional poison, and if you don't take it personally, you will not eat it. When you don't take the emotional poison, it becomes even worse to the sender, but not in you.

No one is responsible for your emotional reactions except you. Others can say and do anything they like but what happens inside you is only the result of what you are thinking and feeling.