Quotes About Emotions

How should a man caught in this net of routine not forget that he is a man, a unique individual, one who is given only this one chance of living, with hopes and disappointments, with sorrow and fear, with the longing for love and the dread of the nothing and of separateness?

One can hardly overestimate people's need to talk about themselves and to be listened to.

I wonder sometimes whether a person has to become insane these days in order to feel certain things. Lessing once said, "Who doesn't become insane over certain things, has no sanity to lose

Die Liebe ist das Kind der Freiheit, niemals der Beherrschung

La raison découle du mélange de la pensée rationnelle et des sentiments. Si les deux fonctions se dissocient, la pensée se détériore en activité intellectuelle schizoïde et les sentiments en passions névrotiques autodestructrices.

realists who have a special word for each type of automobile, but only the one word "love" to express the most varied kinds of affective experience.

Not that people think that love is not important. They are starved for it; they watch endless numbers of films about happy and unhappy love stories, they listen to hundreds of trashy songs about love—yet hardly anyone thinks that there is anything that needs to be learned about love. This

Feelings, not facts, are essential to a good gaslighting.

Mike took a deep breath and locked all his muscles in place, so he didn't follow her. His fingers tingled where he had touched her skin, it was so soft, he'd never felt anything as soft.

Hearing her laugh nearly made him cum in his pants like a teenager, not a one hundred and twenty-five year old werewolf.

Maybe that's what love is, in the end: a shared illusion of safety.

her insomnia likely had roots in her fear of losing control.

Making wishes on the elephant is emotionally dangerous, because inevitably one's hopes rise abnormally high, unhealthily high, and when the wish does not come true, one's high hopes get crushed more painfully than if one had not asked for the help of supernatural powers. Therefore, one should always try to make the wish casually and forget about it instantly after making it, which is what I try to do now.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I'm tired of drowning.

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.

What do you do when the one person you want comfort from the most is the one who caused your pain? How can I want so desperately for him to wrap me up in his arms but also want so much for him to leave me alone.

Writers know that if you want to portray a person succinctly, tellingly, you describe the way he eats. Food is the royal road to the unconscious.

I was always depressed growing up. There wasn't a reason for it, I just was. I was sad and morose. I cried a lot, I wrote a lot, and I read a lot and that was how I dealt with it.

Love is like a flower when you pick it, it dies and if you hold on too tight it stops being beautiful.

The people you care about most, care the least for you. That is why I'm just a number to you even though you are my world.

What a gift! To control the uncontrollable. To be loved. To own love. To own a love.

I could only see you. I only wanted to be with you. But marriage is never just two people, is it? It's so much more.

He laughed and it sounded startled and a bit rusty, as if he didn't do that very often.

You have no idea of what you are doing to me," he warned. She smiled. "Are you trying to frighten me? Because it is not working." "No, I can see that. Just as well because it is too late." "For you or for me?" "For me," he said. "I am lost." "That makes two of us." "Then I am not lost, after all. You have found me.