Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes the better part of love is silence.

Once he told me that the greatest weapon that one can have is controlled anger, and the greatest defect that one can have is uncontrolled anger.

A: Funny about my mother. All my life, from the time I was just a little kid, I thought of her as a sad person. I mean, the way some people are tall or fat or skinny. My father always seemed the stronger one. As if he was a bright color and she was a faded color. I know it sounds crazy. T: Not at all. A: But later, when I learned the truth about our lives, I found she was still sad. But strong, too. Not faded at all. It wasn't sadness so much as fear--the Never Knows.

He looks at me fondly. I know that the look doesn't have love in it. Or even lust. I still wonder about love or sex or lust. I saw lust in his eyes when he looked at that girl on the sidewalk … I love him, anyway. I love him because he's kind to me and he doesn't want my body, doesn't want to feel me or touch me, like all the others … and maybe after a while he might look at me with more than fondness, will kiss me sweetly, tenderly.

I have always pondered a tragic law of adolescence. (On second thought, the law probably applies to all ages to some extent). That law: People fall in love at the same time—often at the same stunning moment—but they fall out of love at different times. One is left sadly juggling the pieces of a fractured heart while the other has danced away.

I don't laugh very much, he said, realizing the truth of the statement as he made it, this sudden bit of knowledge disturbing him.

People often die from love, and this is a secret we all keep, even from ourselves.

Don't tell her what I found here, okay? I want to tell her." "Whatever you want." "I have to go." Pike

The tears were his. Tyson had earned them.

She looked at our hands, twined there in her lap. "I know you want to help me through this. You already have, and I'm grateful, but you can't help me anymore." She tugged at my hand, and when I looked over I think she was trying not to cry. "I will not have my life defined by triangles. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me. Richard is my mistake, and I have to live with it." I didn't know what to say.

She told herself it was the dry night wind and lashing hair, the way her eyes filled when her lonely race finished, but it was always the same whether the air was dry or not, whether her hair was down or up, so she knew. For those few minutes running across the city, she could be and was herself, purely and truly herself, finding herself in those moments only to lose herself once more when she slowed, falling behind as her true self ran free somewhere ahead in the empty night—

His face went sullen and his breathing grew loud. He had more of the Hamm's. He had more of the Hamm's again. My neck was hurting so bad I thought it would go into spasm.

Primul pas spre iertare este s? recuno?ti c? e?ti furios ?i acesta poate fi cel mai dificil pas. Prima persoan? pe care iertarea o schimb? este chiar persoana care iart?.

Resentment, on the other hand, involves re-feeling the original anger. We remember the injury and re-feel the emotions surrounding the hurt. Anger is like a flame, resentment like a hot coal.

At first, people want to harbor anger, thinking that it shows self-respect to remain angry. "He can't do this to me. I won't take it!" Eventually, they come to see that the harbored anger is compromising their personality. They are more surly and hot-tempered than they were before.

But if you find that your anger hasn't passed away in a reasonable amount of time or if weeks, months, or years after the hurtful event you are still ruminating over the injury, plotting revenge, or feeling the same level of pain, your anger has probably turned into a smoldering resentment. You are a prime candidate for choosing the forgiveness process.

Suppressing legitimate anger is unhealthy. Continually venting anger is also unhealthy.

we live for the quiet, intimate moments that mark not our calendars but our hearts:

some pain never fully resolved. You just suppressed it beneath a façade of normalcy.

I remained a child, in need of someone to care for me. That person had been my mother all my life. I feared losing her. I feared not having her near me, not having her around, a part of my life

My characters are more like men than these real men are, see. They're rough and rude, they got hands and they got bellies. They hate and they lust; break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.

When the armor's gone from you, you'll feel the pain of others too.

Lamentablemente, lo que se lleva en las relaciones es tener el control. Y cuando hay control, no hay amor. Durante siglos, hombres y mujeres en realidad no se han amado. Se han manipulado los unos a los otros. Cada sexo ha hecho sentir al otro que el amor debía ganárselo.

Cuando ya no precisamos a una persona es sólo entonces cuando podemos amarla de verdad.