Quotes About Emotions

It is a wistful smile. The kind of smile no one is capable of before the age of forty. The kind that contains sadness and defiance and amusement all at once.

Let's just understand this. If we are tired or hungry or hungover, we are likely to be in a bad mood. That bad mood is therefore not really us. To believe in the things we feel at that point is wrong, because those feelings would disappear with food or sleep.

They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside

artist   A human who notices the ridiculousness of being a human and paints, writes, builds, sculpts, films, acts, plays, sings, cries about it.

The one thing depression has told you is that a day can be a long and intense stretch of time.

I have carefully calculated that the pain of me living as the bloody disaster that is myself is greater than the pain anyone else will feel if I were to die.

Sentimentality is another human flaw. A distortion. Another twisted by-product of love, serving no rational purpose. And yet, there was a force behind it as authentic as any other.

Sadness seemed to me like a disease, and I worried it was contagious.

it would have made things a lot easier if we understood there was no way of living that can immunise you against sadness.

But it is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other peoples worst enemy. We. can't tell if any of those other versions would have been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.

I don't like it." "Why?" "Because it is too painful." "Why is it painful?" "Because it's real.

I regret feeling so much guilt.

But it is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people's worst enemy. We can't tell if any of those other versions would have been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.

We can look at the world through more than one lens. If we look at people through the lens of emotion, at the feelings that drive opinions, rather than the opinions themselves, it's easy to see the things we share. The hopes, the fears, the loves, the insecurities, the longings, the doubts, the dreams. Other people can be wrong, and we can be wrong, and that is another thing we have in common. The capacity for fucking up. And for forgiving.

Don't attach yourself to people, and try to feel as little as you possibly can for those you do meet. Because otherwise you will slowly lose your mind .

She had loved her parents more than she ever knew, and right then, she forgave them completely.

She had shrunk for him, but he still hadn't found the space he needed.

get off the fucking road you fucking wanker

A música não entra. Ela já está lá dentro. A música simplesmente descobre o que já está lá, faz com que sinta emoções que não sabia ter dentro de si e sai correndo acordando a todas. Um renascimento, por assim dizer.

loved her, instantly. Of course, most parents love their children instantly. But I mention it here because I still find it a remarkable thing. Where was that love before? Where did you acquire it from? The way it is suddenly there, total and complete, as sudden as grief, but in reverse, is one of the wonders about being human.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at my face until it was not my face. I went back to the table and sat down and I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling.

And besides, she knew her regrets. Regrets don't leave. They weren't mosquito bites. They itch for ever.

Music simply uncovers what is there, makes you feel emotions that you didn't necessarily know you had inside you, and runs around waking them all up.

Love. Anaïs Nin called anxiety "love's greatest killer." But fortunately, the reverse is also true. Love is anxiety's greatest killer.