Quotes About Emotions

When you start thinking, "Why did she say that?" and "What made him do that?" instead of immediately reacting, that's the beginning of your path to emotional intelligence.

By and large, people are not that sensitive. People just imagine that they are, especially around certain topics.

Players will often outright state their emotions and how they feel, and it's up to the other players to react to that accordingly in ways that advance an interaction. It's simple, but we don't often do this or catch this in daily conversation.

Emotional intelligence will allow you to connect with people on a deeper level because you understand them implicitly without their saying anything. You will just get them. This is what many people interpret as chemistry and rapport, and you will have it in a seemingly effortless manner.

If someone has a new haircut that you like, a compliment should boost their self-esteem, make them happy about their decision, and make them notice you. We're after the intended effects – they feel better about themselves, and that translates to the conversation and their feelings about you. So maybe compliments are selfish to some degree.

Most conflict stems from either an emotional reaction or a fundamental misunderstanding.

Emotional intelligence is when you understand what someone is trying to convey through their words or body language, and you understand what you yourself are conveying to others through the same.

Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

Larry: She doesn't want to be happy. Dan: Everybody wants to be happy. Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.

Alice: Did you phone her, beg her to come back - when you went for lovely walks? Dan: Yes. Alice: You're a piece of shit.

His eyes begged: 'Could you love me?' Well, I could – but I had a lot of things on hand and it really would have to wait.

the only correct approach, is to attend to the anger so that you may learn what it is. Anger is nothing you have been told.

I am not, as you will have observed, a man greatly enamored of his fellow human beings. I do not enter lightly into the foibles and whimsicalities of others, I do not suffer fools gladly, I seem able, in conversation, only to needle or be needled. My relationships, as a result, are few, and those few are tenuous, prickly sorts of arrangements, altogether lacking in the spontaneity and intimacy for which humans, I'm told, have an instinctive need. I am aware of no such instincts myself.

Aveva perso il controllo. Non si controlla un innamoramento, mi disse, non è possibile. E la divertiva che fosse potuto accadere in questo modo, con quest'uomo. Un paziente. Un paziente che lavorava nell'orto. Stella, le dissi, non potevi fare una scelta più scriteriata. La verità, mi rispose, è che non ho scelto affatto.

We coexisted in a state of mutual detachment.

We discover, often too late to talk to him about it, an episode from his life that a loved one has concealed from you. Has he really hidden it from you? He has forgotten, or more likely, over time, he no longer thinks about it. Or, quite simply, he can't find the words.

Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu'elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s'eloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d'enfant?

Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.

il semble que ce qui vous pousse brusquement à la fugue, ce soit un jour de froid et de grisaille qui vous rend encore plus vive la solitude et vous fait sentir encore plus fort qu'un étau se resserre.

In those days, I thought I was happy.

citise undeva ca prima intalnire intre doua persoane este ca o rana usoara pe care o simte fiecare, trezindu-se din singuratate si din amorteala." Patrick Modiano, Orizontul, Humanitas 2015

He was enveloped in a fog of indifference that grew thicker and thicker. Did I have the right to rouse him from it, to force him to think of something painful?

Yvonne se estaba acercando a nuestra mesa con un fular de muselina verde alrededor del cuello. Me sonreía y no apartaba la vista de mí. Algo se me dilataba del lado izquierdo del pecho y decidí que aquel día era el más hermoso de mi vida.

J'étais encore trop jeune pour connaître l'angoisse qu'elle éprouvait à rentrer seule chez elle.