Quotes About Emotions

listening can be more powerful than talking.

Because sometimes happiness isn't a choice. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't find joy. Which is why I've decided to stop beating myself up by desperately seeking happiness and give myself the permission to feel exactly how I feel, when I feel it. In fact, maybe, it's not happiness we should be looking for after all - but acceptance.

If getting older has taught me one thing, it's that I feel so many conflicting things about so many different things, and to negate or stifle any of them doesn't make them go away. Emotions don't necessarily have a moral compass. Feelings can't be shamed into disappearing. Suppressing and ignoring them will only make them come back to bite you in the therapist's chair.

One thing I've learned through this bloody awful time is that grief isn't linear. You can be doing all right, then it will suddenly come out of nowhere. It's the silly little things that remind you .

Things happen that you don't expect, like I never expected to fall in love with you.

I've found friends and acquaintances keep their distance because they don't want to upset you or say the wrong thing. What they don't realize is you're already upset beyond anything they could ever say or do. It's their silence that upsets you. You feel isolated. Abandoned.

We're encouraged to be our true, authentic selves, but being told to feel happy when you're just not feeling it, only encourages us to be the exact opposite. Life can be wonderful but it can also be scary and hard. We should be free to feel sad or gloomy or just downright bloody miserable, without feeling like there's something wrong with us

she'd realized—too late—that the habit of loving him had long since replaced love itself.

It eased the pain some when she thought about the way he'd treated her and hatred burned away the hurt.

Don't worry about me. I'm going to learn to be happy.

During that year Scarlett had been so busy, had experienced such changes in her life, that she'd been able to block out the pain he had caused her. Now it tore her heart, and with the pain was a deep fear of Rhett's unpredictable power. She transformed them into rage. Rage was strengthening.

An inspired letter can be as riveting as a stare. It can move us to tears, spur us to action, provoke us, uplift us, touch us. Transform us. When written from the heart, letters are dreams on paper, wishes fulfilled, desires satisfied. letters can be powerful.

I don't like the idea of people who don't sing to themselves when they're all alone. They're too sober for me. At least hum-- anybody can do that.

football clubs could, at times, be heartless and calculating and weren't to be relied on, unless you wanted your heart broken.

But a man can fall in love only with someone he presumes to be accessible; it is impossible, for example, to fall in love with a statue, or a cloud. His feeling for Dasha was something out of the common, something strange and half-incomprehensible, because there was so little reason for it-merely a few minutes' talk and a chair in a corner of his room.

I do think the heart can balance out the mind, if your heart is in a good place it can give you the strength to do the right thing and behave the right way and overcome the mind.

How we feel about our kids isn't as important as how they experience those feelings and how they regard the way we treat them.

We ought to love children, as my friend Deborah says, 'for no good reason.' Furthermore, what counts is not that we believe we love them unconditionally, but that they feel loved in that way.

Just because a child's action may have a negative effect on you doesn't mean that was the child's intention.

Pongo las manos sobre mi corazón y siento que late desesperado. -¿Qué quieres tú? Y me contesta: -Romper tu pecho, echar alas, agujerear las paredes, atravesar las casas, volar, loco, a través de la ciudad, encontrarle, ahuecar su pecho y juntarme al suyo.

En una columna me apoyo, y te sueño. Mi mejilla, en contacto con el frío mármol, hiela mi corazón. Gruesas lágrimas caen de mis ojos. Soy feliz, pero lloro.

Cómo decir este deseo de alma? Un deseo divino me devora; pretendo hablar, pero se rompe y llora esto que llevo adentro y no se calma.

Casas enfiladas, casas enfiladas, casas enfiladas, Cuadrados, cuadrados, cuadrados, casas enfiladas. Las gentes ya tienen el alma cuadrada, ideas en fila y angula en la espalda; yo mismo he vertido ayer una lagrima, Dios mio, cuadrada.

Every time you get angry, you poison your own system.