Quotes About Emotions

I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.

I'm human like everybody else. It's just that I'm so tired, so worn out, I can't feel anymore.

Je pleure et c'est encore dans un théâtre que je pleure. Mes pleurs sont entendus par une foule formée de spectateurs de moi-même, qui expie avec moi les liquides engendrés par la faiblesse [...]

he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, "How can you walk down the street with all this stuff going on inside you?" I said, "I don't know how you can walk down the street with nothing going on inside you.

A book, a true book, is the writer's confessional. For, whether he would have it so or not, he is betrayed, directly or indirectly, by his characters, into presenting publicly his innermost feelings.

In love, unlike politics, caution is not usually a virtue.

It had been twenty-one years since I had even touched my wife's hand.

A person gives the same things which he/she has preserved inside them. You cannot get love from cruel person similarly you can't be hurt from kind heart person.

To be human was to be melodramatic, to feel things acutely, love and hate and lust, to search for the Holy Grail, outrun the other kids in the fifty-yard dash and care mightily about it.

bad vibes, an underlying sickness or misery that oozed out around the edges of conversations and interactions.

of anger against the other gender for reasons Anna could never fathom.

Anger, real red-hot anger, was not okay for females. Most learned to repress it so successfully that they didn't even know it was there till it erupted full-blown. It was one of the many things that made dealing with women more challenging than dealing with men. Women's anger went from zero to sixty in sixty seconds—no warning signs, no time to get out of the way.

jealousy was not about caring, it was about fear of loss: loss of love, loss of power, or loss of security.

A thousand "tells" were broadcast every minute: a tic, a wince, a smell, a shadow, a draft, a flick of the hand, a door ajar. The human senses experienced them all. The human brain registered them. The human monkey mind, clamoring with the shouting littles of life, was lucky if it recognized one or two. The message from the gestalt trickled down in intuition, gut feelings, geese walking on one's grave, deja vu.

Anna remembered her fifth grade teacher, Mr. White, telling her that hatred wasn't the worst of emotions. If one hated, one still cared. Indifference was the most inhuman.

Whoever had come up with the chant "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" had been an idiot.

Dead strangers evoked a smorgasbord of the lesser emotions and served as marvelous educational tools, warnings, and veiled threats. When an acquaintance was killed, it was closer to home; one knew some of the threads that tied the deceased to a common humanity. Without enough real connection to grieve, one was left in an uncomfortable place between curiosity and embarrassment.

You can only do a thing for the first time once, and that goes for falling in love.

How successful you are on the outside is directly related to how relaxed you feel inside. Your emotional sense of well-being dictates your life. If

Be careful of your moods and feelings, for there is an unbroken connection between your feelings and your visible world. Your body is an emotional filter and bears the unmistakable marks of your prevalent emotions.

Never entertain an undesirable feeling, nor think sympathetically about wrong in any shape or form. Do not dwell on the imperfection of yourself or others. To do so is to impress the subconscious with these limitations. What you do not want done unto you, do not feel that it is done unto you or another. This is the whole law of a full and happy life. Everything else is commentary.

Our deepest feelings are precisely those we are least able to express, and even in the act of adoration, silence is our highest praise.

Be careful of your moods and feelings, for there is an unbroken connection between your feelings and your visible world.

Mientras el hombre continúe caminando en esta creencia de tristeza, seguirá caminando en un mundo de dolor y confusión, porque el mundo es, en cada detalle, la conciencia del hombre cristalizada.