Quotes About Emotions

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

Ah! Those strange people who have the courage to be unhappy! Are they unhappy, by-the-way?

One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

How sick one gets of being 'good ' how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours embody selfishness.

Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened. And if you can't do that, force a smile on your face and sob into your pillow later.

Happiness is not a matter of events, it depends upon the tides of the mind.

Genuine feelings cannot be produced, nor can they be eradicated. We can only repress them, delude ourselves, and deceive our bodies. The body sticks to the facts.

The art of not experiencing feelings. A child can experience her feelings only when there is somebody there who accepts her fully, understands her, and supports her. If that person is missing, if the child must risk losing the mother's love of her substitute in order to feel, then she will repress emotions.

If it is very painful for you to criticize your friends, you are safe in doing it. But if you take the slightest pleasure in it, that is the time to hold your tongue

The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body, and although we can repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated, and conceptions confused, and our body tricked with medication. But someday our body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child, who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth.

Many people suffer all their lives from this oppressive feeling of guilt, the sense of not having lived up to their parents' expectations. This feeling is stronger than any intellectual insight they might have, that it is not a child's task or duty to satisfy his parents needs. No argument can overcome these guilt feelings, for they have their beginnings in life's earliest periods, and from that they derive their intensity and obduracy.

Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one's own despised and unwanted feelings.

Child abuse is still sanctioned — indeed, held in high regard — in our society as long as it is defined as child-rearing. It is a tragic fact that parents beat their children in order to escape the emotions from how they were treated by their own parents.

For one is free from it only when self-esteem is based on the authenticity of ones own feelings and not on the possession of certain qualities.

they are aware of having been misunderstood as children, they feel that the fault lay with them and with their inability to express themselves appropriately.

Depression as Denial of the Self Depression consists of a denial of one's own emotional reactions. This denial begins in the service of an absolutely essential adaptation during childhood and indicates a very early injury. There are many children who have not been free, right from the beginning, to experience the very simplest of feelings, such as discontent, anger, rage, pain, even hunger—and, of course, enjoyment of their own bodies.

Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind... When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.

The thing is to be happy,' he said. 'No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, you're just there, going along easy in the world.

His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.