Quotes About Emotions

The more you try to push a child's unhappy feelings away, the more he becomes stuck in them.

But let someone really listen, let someone acknowledge my inner pain and give me a chance to talk more about what's troubling me, and I begin to feel less upset, less confused, more able to cope with my feelings and my problem.

When we urge a child to push a bad feeling away— however kindly—the child seems to get only more upset.

Steady denial of feelings can confuse and enrage kis. Also teaches them not to know what their feelings are--not to trust them.

Andromache: See, I've stopped crying. I won't cry ever again, I promise you. Helen: Don't promise that. Never promise that. Tears are good sometimes. They clear the heart of sorrow. Cry.

If I'm in love with him, how come I can so perfectly inhabit the mindset of thinking he's a git and the bane of my life?

Tou said that

But I do remember how I felt when he said I was pretty. I was disappointed. I felt my lack. I wanted to be beautiful. Beautiful suggests gravitas, importance. Pretty is lightweight and suggests 'somewhat'. I needed him to think of me as beautiful. I felt challenged, as though he had thrown down a gauntlet.

Being nonreactive to destructive or hostile behaviour does not imply passive acceptance of it. Rather, it means we need to deal with it, take off our blinders and see the unacceptable. To redirect the destructive enery, we must dance with the shadow, not kill it. When we can achieve this stance, we learn to confront maladaptive or nonproductive behaviour matter-of-factly, without becoming embroiled in the heat of our own emotions. This nonreflexive style of being in the world is potent.

Day after day, anxiety spun its web around my thoughts and spread to all corners of my heart.

Love is a metaphysical concept; neither party knows the degree of one to the other.

Just as man's true soul, his inapprehensible self, is never revealed to others but manifests itself through his mind, emotions, and body, so is the Self of God not revealed in His original essence except through the ten Sefirot.

All great movements are popular movements. They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions, stirred into activity by the ruthless Goddess of Distress or by the torch of the spoken word cast into the midst of the people.

holy shit reyna you're dogshit no cyap

The broad masses of a population are more amenable to the appeal of rhetoric than any other force. All great movements are popular movements. They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions, stirred into activity either by the ruthless Goddess of Distress or by the torch of the spoken word cast into the people's midst. In no case have great movements been set afoot by the syrupy effusions of literary aesthete and drawing-room heroes.

A nation's destiny can be averted only by a storm of hot passion. But only those who are passionate themselves can arouse passion in others... It's only the capacity for passionate feeling that, like hammer blows, will open the door to the hearts of the people.

Unicamente un huracan de pasiones ardientes puede cambiar el destino de los pueblos, mas despertar pasion es solo atributo de quien en si mismo siente el fuego pasional. Que cada escritor quede junto a su tintero ocupado de teorias, si su saber y su talento le bastan para eso, que para Fuhrer no nacio, ni fue elegido.

Architecture arouses sentiments in man. The architect's task therefore, is to make those sentiments more precise.

L'architecture éveille en l'homme des états d'âme.. La tâche des architectes est de préciser ces états d'âmes.

I don't know really. I've always been interested in the small picture instead of the big one, and I've always been interested in relationship pictures.

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.

I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do.

My state of being. Well, I'd gone from pissed off, lonely, sad, frightened, and depressed, to being a little wiser, a little stronger, a little more resilient. I'd survived.

Joy, it seemed, came in unexpected bursts, buried among the mundane and ordinary, balanced by tragedy and sorrow.