Quotes About Emotions

The answers were never about money. They were always about happiness, relationships, following dreams, and meaning.

The moral: there's never anyone in the other boat. We are always screaming at an empty vessel. An empty boat isn't targeting us. And neither are all the people creating the sour notes in the soundtrack of our day.

There is never anyone in the other boat. When we are angry, we are screaming at an empty vessel.

At no time is freedom of speech more precious than when a man hits his thumb with a hammer.

If the nineteenth century was the age of the editorial chair, ours is the century of the psychiatrist's couch.

At the root of every tantrum and power struggle are unmet needs.

Every criticism, judgment, diagnosis, and expression of anger is the tragic expression of an unmet need.

Many people like people but many people don't like people who are mad and dumb

You know, talking to you is as satisfying as smashing my fingers with a hammer.

Nel codice comune le storie passionali si agitano in acque tempestose, e se la tempesta governa, gli animi in sua balia sembrano meno responsabili. Invece la sua anima pareva ferma in una cala tranquilla.

Parodiando. Es decir, odiando un poco...

Todo falso: el dolor nunca fue un amigo que se extralimita en su franqueza; siempre fue un torturador hijo de puta.

If we read Dickinson's letters looking for action in the usual sense—where she traveled, what chores she did, whom she encountered—we find some details for reconstructing her days, but not many. But if we read the letters for what the poet thought, her interior world opens.

She wanted her poems to translate all she saw and heard and felt, and not be any earthly thing. What she aimed for was evanescence like the brilliance of lightning, the flash of truth, or a transport so swift it felt like flight.

Allowing children to show their guilt, show their grief, show their anger, takes the sting out of the situation.

Anger elicits anger, fear elicits fear, no matter how well meaning we may be.

Emotional discomfort, when accepted, rises, crests and falls in a series of waves. Each wave washes a part of us away and deposits treasures we never imagined. Out goes naivete, in comes wisdom; out goes anger, in comes discernment; out goes despair, in comes kindness. No one would call it easy, but the rhythm of emotional pain that we learn to tolerate is natural, constructive and expansive... The pain leaves you healthier than it found you.

The effect of emotional venting is to sustain an unsatisfactory status quo. Most people think the opposite, that complaining is part of an effort to change an unsatisfying situation. Nope. Complaining lets off pressure so that we neither explode with frustration nor feel compelled to take the often risky steps of openly opposing a difficult person or situation. Keeping emotional pressure tolerably low doesn't change problematic circumstances but rather perpetuates them.

We might say that there can be pity in its full-fledged form only where there is also mercy for self: for the self engulfed by a sense of its own utter blackness can never win through to a sufficient recognition of the sorrows of the other as other.

Holy and pure are the drops that fall, When the young bride goes from her father's hall; She goes unto love yet untried and new— She parts from love which hath still been true.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

It is much harder to be lonely, when you have for a while stopped being lonely. I was used to having only myself, cold and hard as that is; I could live with it. And now I wait, for a voice, a face, a body, that is not going to be here, is not mine, does not in any case wait as I do, nor share this homesickness. […] How to explain that I taught myself to be tough and indifferent, because it mattered too much and learned not even to weep in my mind not to notice.

It is high time that I learn to be more careful about hope, a reckless emotion for travellers. The sensible approach would be to expect the worst, the very worst; that way you avoid grievous disappointment and who knows, with a tiny bit of luck, you might even have a moderately pleasant surprise, like the difference between hell and purgatory.

The body says what words cannot.