Quotes About Emotions

P?acz; lecz niestety, bole?? przypomnienia Nas samych trawi, a nic wko?o nas nie zmienia!

Nie ?am twych r?czek, niewiasto m?oda, Nie p?acz, i r?czek, i oczu szkoda. Ten, po kim p?aczesz, wzajem nie b?y?nie Okiem ku tobie, r?ki nie ?ci?nie.

Kas nežino meil?s, tas tikrai laimingas Nekankins to naktys, dienos ilgesingos.

Writers as diverse as Wordsworth and Freud, as Blake and Dickens have all hypothesized that the turbulence and intensity we feel as young children are what ultimately give us our life force as adults. Without this first madness, without being able to sustain this emotional lifeline to our childhoods--to our most passionate selves-- our lives can being to feel futile

All love stories are frustration stories… To fall in love is to be reminded of a frustration that you didn't know you had (of one's formative frustrations, and of one's attempted self-cures for them); you wanted someone, you felt deprived of something, and then it seems to be there. And what is renewed in that experience is an intensity of frustration, and an intensity of satisfaction.

Our excesses are the best clue we have to our own poverty, and our best way of concealing it from ourselves.

Kindness consistently preoccupies us, and yet most of us are unable to live a life guided by it.

The sign that something does matter to us is that we lose our steadiness.

We don't have relationships to get our needs met, we have relationships to discover what our needs might be.

It is unrealistic to assume that if all goes well in a child's life, he or she will be happy. Happiness is not something one can ask of a child. Children suffer in a way that adults don't always realize under the pressure their parents put on them to be happy.

Excess is a sign of frustration; we are only excessive wherever there is a frustration we are unaware of, and a fear we cannot bear. An addiction is an unformulated frustration.

In shame there is a loss of interest in the external world, and a loss of interest in what is or may be good about the self. Shame is the ethnic cleansing of the self.

Everybody is dealing with how much of their own aliveness they can bear and how much they need to anesthetize themselves.

In Freud's story our possibilities for satisfaction depend upon our capacity for frustration; if we can't let ourselves feel our frustration – and, surprisingly, this is a surprisingly difficult thing to do – we can't get a sense of what it is we might be wanting, and missing, of what might really give us pleasure.

Lovers, of course, are notoriously frantic epistemologists, second only to paranoiacs (and analysts) as readers of signs and wonders.

Falling in love, finding your passion, are attempts to locate, to picture, to represent what you unconsciously feel frustrated about, and by.

Finding hate-objects may be every bit as essential as finding love-objects, but if one can tolerate some of one's badness -- meaning recognize it as yours -- then one can take some fear out of the world.

I asked her if she liked PJ Harvey and she said that she liked her old stuff mostly and that Uh Huh Her was pretty good too and then I tried not looking at her for a minute because she was starting to mad own my gaze like in a magnetic way and I didn't want to sweat her too much.

and I said it is the nature of love to be infinite and in such an ocean any fear and jealousy is washed away

I know you're upset, of course you're upset," said Pu Sto's simulacrum. "You're grieving. Of course you are. I know how much you loved her." "Love her," Alma corrected, holding up one finger. "A little thing like dying doesn't cast that mighty verb into the past tense, you know.

Mind you, Darwin fretted about a lot of stuff, especially his health, his kids, and maybe with just cause. On occasion he would write a fit of histrionic despair, such as "I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everybody & everything

I sang a song at my sister's wedding. My mother forced me into that, too. But that one felt all right.

As a kid, I'd go into the bathroom when I was having a tantrum. I'd be in the bathroom crying, studying myself in the mirror. I was preparing for future roles.

Sometimes you can't prioritise family and you feel guilty.