Quotes About Emotions

And I have to work so hard at talking positively to myself. If I don't, it's just real hard to get through the day, and I'll get really down, and just want to cry. My whole body language changes. I get more slumped over.

I get mad. I get sad. I have all those emotions. But I just like to keep them to myself. I don't think my fans need to be bothered with if I'm mad or sad about something. I should just be concerned that they are keeping up with my music or I'm making them happy with my show.

I have had a love-hate relationship with my body.

There is a film called 'A Separation.' If you see it playing, go see it. It's beautiful. It's so well written and the acting is amazing. It's one of those films that you would love to be a part of.

Tis hard to fight with anger, but the prudent man keeps it under control.

Your only treasures are those that you carry in your heart.

The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.

My thoughts are my trollops.

Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.

We'd torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that

Everybody's got a mean side. Just don't feed it till it grows.

The things that make me angry still make me angry. George Carlin is 67, and he's still as funny as he's ever been, and he's still angry. And that makes me feel good, because I feel like if I stick around long enough, I'll still be able to work.

The secret to productive goal setting is in establishing clearly defined goals, writing them down and then focusing on them several times a day with words, pictures and emotions as if we've already achieved them.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.

Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.

tell about them kissing, are you? Ugh! What

He forked his fingers through his hair, clutching fistfuls until his scalp tightened. He'd been confused until she'd looked at him, until he'd seen the look in her eyes. And then he knew. She was afraid. Afraid because he made her feel things, things she hadn't felt with Stephen or probably anyone else, because this was real love. Not some tepid, watered-down version. But Meridith wanted tepid. She wanted safe. His

Maybe you should say something to her, man. Like what? You know what. Like, 'Gosh, best buddy, I've fallen in love with you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but will you put your life on hold for me until my tour's up?' Something like that, you mean? You might want to soften it up a little, but yeah.

What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember

Look," he said. "I'm not the one for you. You need to move on, maybe start going out with Drew again or—" "Drew!" "He's a nice guy, Madison, you should give him a—" "You're pawning me off on Drew?" His silence pretty much said it all. She shot to her feet, her eyes stinging. "I don't love Drew. I love you, you idiot.

Two more days?" "Eager to see me go?" That knowing grin. He did things to her insides, and he knew it.

Wade worked his rope, readying it for the next calf, telling himself he didn't care if Abigail had fallen for Dylan's charm, didn't care if they were going out tomorrow night, didn't care if they got hitched and had a passel of kids. Dylan was slipping on the gloves Maddy had fetched as he passed Wade. "Must be losing my touch," he mumbled. Wade smothered the grin that fought for release.

Cody tossed the ball to Ryan and draped his arm across Jade's shoulder. Daniel fought the urge to go knock it off. She smiled up at Cody. The look she gave him cut right through Daniel. He took in Cody's scruffy goatee, his office attire, his slight build. Was that the kind of man who appealed to Jade?

His eyes drifted to hers again. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing all the way inside. She hadn't seen that gaze since the summer they painted sets at the community theater. She'd liked it then. Now, not so much.