Quotes About Emotions

Ils s'en vont, ils emportent ta naissance, ton nom et ton enfance, les secrets, les rires les chansons qui grésillent sur les postes de radio, l'odeur du café et de la coriandre, l'odeur des marchés et des chèvres, l'odeur de la vie. Ils s'en vont, ils te quittent.»

It was so long in the past that it should not have mattered, but it did. It did. Once he had realized that these words and words like them were the truth, once they had broken through his defensive barrier of denial, then they became a part of him, burning their way into his soul.

First, it does not reach people who may be out of touch with their feelings.

Love is a telescope: hatred is a microscope.

Life is complicated, love isn't. If you need to think about it for one half second, you're not in love.

All Euphoria is followed by Depression.

A mí me enfurecía que mi madre no tuviera cosas bonitas, y me enfurecía aún más no poder proporcionárselas yo, y más aún no poder decir nada de todo aquello en voz alta, porque mi madre seguía cantando, haciendo todo lo posible por mantener el ánimo.

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. What's it about? Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

Money. Love. There's not a problem that isn't caused by one or the other. And there's not a problem that can't be solved by one or the other.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.

I will not fall in love with you," she said. "I can't let myself. I won't." "That's all right. I'll love you enough for the both of us.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

One of the important lessons for me to learn was having the negative energy move around me, instead of internalizing and reacting to criticisms.

It is all too easy to accept emotions as primitive "givens" and proceed toward a superficial understanding based on words, arbitrary definitions, and the quiddities of logic rather than biology.

It is an emotional issue which ultimately revolves around the question of whether other animals affectively experience the world and themselves in a way similar to humans—as subjectively feeling, sentient creatures. The topic of subjectivity is one that modern neuroscience has avoided. It is generally agreed that there are no direct, objective ways to measure the subjectivity of other animals, nor indeed of other humans.

Our emotional feelings reflect our ability to subjectively experience certain states of the nervous system. Although conscious feeling states are universally accepted as major distinguishing characteristics of human emotions, in animal research the issue of whether other organisms feel emotions is little more than a conceptual embarrassment. Such states remain difficult—some claim impossible—to study empirically.

I would suggest that subjectively experienced feelings arise, ultimately, from the interactions of various emotional systems with the fundamental brain substrates of "the self," but, as already mentioned, an in-depth discussion of that troublesome issue will be postponed until Chapter 16.

The notion that emotions are simply the result of our higher cognitive appreciation of certain forms of bodily commotion has been largely negated by the observation of essentially normal emotional responsivity in people who have suffered massive spinal cord injuries.

It's not letting your anger out that gets people hurt. Its keeping the anger locked up in side that hurts you.