Quotes About Emotions

When life is viewed as good, a bad day is easily absorbed.

To get nostalgic about other people's music, or even about your own, makes a terrible statement about the condition of your life and your prospects for the future.

All these wounds that I can't get unwound

Cada uno tiene su opinión. Quizá sea más preciso llamarlas emociones en lugar de opiniones, cosa que explicaría por qué cambian cada semana.

we found ourselves a spot across from a yippy Yorkie and a baleful basset.

You never hurt me any more than I wanted to be hurt," Vann said.

It's amazing how flabby you get when you're happy.

CONNIE: You don't even have to say you love me. And when you get bored, just kick me out and give me a letter of recommendation.

Não estou acostumado com a arte da amizade: as provocações, as brigas e as reconciliações. Por exemplo: Por quantos dias uma pessoa deve ficar alterada se um amigo solta um comentário insensível ou demonstra deslealdade? Esses são números que eu deveria anotar no meu registro.

In the dance of infatuation, we see others not as they are, but as projections of who we want them to be. And we impose on them all the imaginary criteria we think will fill the void in our hearts.

They say that love is blind, but it's trauma that's blind. Love sees what is.

There is a downside to casual sex: Sometimes it stops being casual. People develop a desire for something more. And when one person's expectations don't match the other person's, then whoever holds the highest expectations suffers. There is no such thing as cheap sex. It always comes with a price.

Self-loathing was on the agenda for the foreseeable future and he found it hard to imagine a way past it.

when we were strangers, I liked you from afar when we were lovers, I loved you with all my heart

Pearl Jam is a band I have a lot of respect for. Nirvana and Sonic Youth I feel the same way about. Mumford & Sons, My Morning Jacket, Wilco, Givers, and Foo Fighters are just some of my favorites. I respect bands that give me something of themselves that I can feel. ("Posing" bands turn me off generally speaking.) It all has to do with a feeling I have about them. That is what music is to me, a feeling. It's similar with people too.

I have a friend I've never seen He hides his head inside a dream Someone should call him and see if he can come out. Try to lose the down that he's found. But only love can break your heart Try to be sure right from the start Yes only love can break your heart What if your world should fall apart?

For Achilles, the death of Patroclus pushed him into a fury, but it was not only grief that drove him. It was also a sense of shame and guilt because he had not been there to protect his friend. Sometimes men in combat feel this sort of survivor's guilt even though, realistically, they could have done nothing to prevent their comrade's death.

These are the lessons young people who are locked up learn instead: to close off their emotions, shut down their intellect, quell their individuality, avoid forming connections, and view all interactions through the prism of Power.

He didn't understand how sadness came so easily to people. For him it was like a pile of rocks that had to be moved one at a time. Just thinking about it made him tired.

Men she thought, could make a clean break with a woman, could leave in the way Parveen's husband had. Or could even be left, like George and determine to make a life another way. It was women who longed to retain ties and connections, to mix things up in complicated ways.

it was something harder to describe than that. We were on each other's side in a way that felt permanent, and so it hurt more than it might have otherwise, when she decided to shut me out.

Always, I sensed the difference between others and myself in the power of my emotions, and felt ashamed that I was less calm than Mary, and less able than George to view matters with level-headedness. It was so difficult for me. I was too easily carried away and wished to hide this, for expression of feelings always drew frowns or gasps, and was generally viewed as something base and common, as well as inappropriate. I prayed often that God might make me good.

I was deeply wounded and knew not how to be wounded without dramatically reacting to the pain, or hiding it.

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue