Quotes About Emotions

One exercise that can help you address this trap involves making a list of all the ways, including emotional ones, in which you feel dependent on your partner, then making another list of big or small steps you might take to begin to become more independent. These lists can guide you in focusing your energy in the directions you need to go.

YOUR ABUSIVE PARTNER DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIS ANGER; HE HAS A PROBLEM WITH YOUR ANGER.

Your negative feelings about yourself do not reflect reality.

It was easier to talk about nothing than something. Because something was too terrible to discuss. Too dark and terrible to even think about.

The book breathless is so sad but at the begging it is happy and the part that I'm at is sad because the guy that has cancer he wants to kill his self it is so sad I just kind of like it right know but it is sad to me and when I make kids read it when I have kids it will be so cool.

deito-me para sofrer menos, refugiada nas lembranças para não ter de tomar decisões na vida, mergulhar no passado para não enfrentar o futuro. Ou para entender o presente? É tão vazio o meu presente. O conflito, por menor que seja, hoje em dia desgasta-me demasiado. Prefiro vegetar.

Mas será sobre nós, nossa esperança ou pessimismo, nosso afeto ou frieza, que os filhos darão os primeiros de seus muitos passos. E farão isso com seus filhos futuramente. Serão tão fundamentais para eles quanto os pais de nossos pais foram na geração anterior.

Volto à família: um ambiente duro em casa não prepara para enfrentar a dureza da vida, como alguns preconizam. Ao contrário: para saber defender-me no terreno violento em que vivemos preciso ter uma sólida raiz de afetos.

Rooted ways embolden us to remember that with our complex minds we can feel—and live—more than one thing simultaneously. Anxiety, difficulty, fear, despair. Yes. Beauty, connectedness, possibility, love. Yes.

We care much less about long-term results and the glory of God than we do about simply feeling better.

How can we help what we feel? We just can't muster up joyful feelings; that's true. But we can rejoice, which sooner or later leads to joyful feelings. Rejoicing is not a feeling. It is joy in action. It is the humble willingness to offer God praise and thanks in all things, regardless of how we feel at the moment (p. 98).

God wants us to enjoy the peace that comes from a mind set on him and on his purposes rather than on how we feel. A Christ-focused life is a stable life, because the joy that comes along with it doesn't hinge, as do our human emotions, on daily ups and downs.

The people in your happy memories have to be the same people who want to have you in their own happy memories.

I guess you get to a point where you look at that pain as if it were in front of you three feet away lying in a box, an open box, in a window somewhere. It's hard and cold, like a bar of metal. You just look at it there and say, Alright, I'll take it, I'll buy it. That's what it is.

You know the pain is part of the whole thing. And it isn't that you can say afterwards the pleasure was greater than the pain and that's why you would do it again. That has nothing to do with it. You can't measure it, because the pain comes after and it lasts longer. So the question really is, Why doesn't that pain make you say, I won't do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don't.

Sometimes the grief was nearby, waiting, just barely held back, and I could ignore it for a while. But at other times it was like a cup that was always full and kept spilling over.

I was tired of so much thinking, which was what I did most in those days. I did other things, but I went on thinking while I did them. I might feel something, but I would think about what I was feeling at the same time. I even had to think about what I was thinking and wonder why I was thinking it.

In those days, I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout, I wanted to wring my hands and complain, and I did try to complain to some people, though I could never cry or complain as much as I wanted to. Some people listened and tried to be helpful, but they could never listen long enough; the conversation always had to come to an end.

Filled with the joy of love, I gave up sadness.

I should check now and then to make sure I am not alone too much, or unhappy with other people too often.

Maybe he also felt angry or insulted, if it occurred to him then or later that maybe he hadn't made a mistake but that I had deliberately stood him up, and not the way I did it — alone up there in the apartment, uncomfortable and embarrassed, chickening out, hiding out — but, he would imagine, in collusion with someone else, a girlfriend or boyfriend, confiding in them, snickering over him.

He does not trust her: she will claim to be in a bad mood when she is not, and then require him to be kind to her.

If I am playing a board game with people close to me and we are happy, I must be sure we don't quarrel before the end of it. I must be sure that at some later time we don't play another board game that is unhappy. I should check now and then to make sure I am not alone too much, or unhappy with other people too often. I should add them up, now and then: what are my happy memories so far?

That fall, after the summer when they both died, she and my father, there was a point when I wanted to say to them, All right, you have died, I know that, and you've been dead for a while, we have all absorbed this and we've explored the feelings we had at first, in reaction to it, surprising feelings, some of them, and the feelings we're having now that a few months have gone by--- but now it's time for you to come back. You have been away long enough.