Quotes About Emotions

But a lot is occurring in your mind—memories resurface as ghosts and imagination descends like a demon. That is why you suffer.

Rage needs expression. Dhritarashtra expresses it by crushing the iron effigy of Bhima while Gandhari expresses it by burning Yudhishtira's toe with a glance. Once expressed, rage dissipates and reason returns. One

Vishnu stories in the Ramayana, Bhagavata and Mahabharata reveal how he experiences birth, death and even heartbreak. Both Ram and Krishna display human emotions, yearning for the beloved. Though God, Ram cannot be with Sita, Krishna cannot be with Radha. Yet they do not turn bitter, angry or vengeful. They love unconditionally.

Art is your emotions flowing in a river of imagination.

Ajarkan aku menjadi naif. Senaif dirimu yang masih bisa tertawa. Senaif kebahagiaan kita berdua. Karena setiap detik dikala kenyataan mulai bersinggungan. Aku rasakan sakit yang nyaris tak tertahankan. Atau ajarkan aku menjadi penipu, apabila ternyata kau merasakan sakit di dalam tawamu.

Dear neptunus, aku mencintainya. di depannya aku menjadi diriku sendiri, seperti airmu yang selalu membawa semua pesanku, diapun begitu. membuatku hanyut oleh sorot matanya, membuatku lupa oleh kesedihan rasanya, sampai aku tak bisa katakan apa-apa padanya. bahkan untuk sekedar bilang rindu atau butuh..banyak yang nggak ngerti lalu terluka dan saling menyalahkan. karena itu aku takut berbicara tentang hati.maka kutuliskan saja, lalu kusimpan dan ku kirimkan ke..entah kemana..

One interviewer asked me: 'How do you feel that you've betrayed your father?' That wasn't really very cool.

I don't know why, but I've always been a sucker for roller coasters in movies.

It's possible that I've matured as a writer, and I hope I've matured emotionally, but I always find myself revisiting these adolescent scenes.

Jeez banana! Shut your freaking gob!

Kyle dumped me for some stripper whore who shops at Wet Seal.

There are times when one cannot accept facts for fear of shattering one's being. As I listened to Ian's news, all of Digit's life, since my first meeting with him as a playful little ball of black fluff ten years earlier, passed through my mind. From that moment on, I came to live within an insulated part of myself.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

I want my boys to have an understanding of people's emotions, their insecurities, people's distress, and their hopes and dreams.

The loneliness of the arab is a terrible thing; it is all consuming. It is already present like a little shadow under the heart when he lays his head on his mother's lap; it threatens to swallow him whole when he leaves his own country, even though he marries and travels and talks to friends twenty-four hours a day. That is the way Sirine suspects that Arabs feel everything - larger than life, feelings walking in the sky.

Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [...] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.

His expression seems a sort of surrender: the loss of a thing that he has already lost before.

She wonders sometimes if it's a sort of flaw or lack in her - the inability to lose herself in someone else. . . . she's never quite understood how people could trade in quiet spaces and solitary gardens and courtyards, thoughtful walks and the delicious rhythms of work, for the fearful tumult of falling in love.

There is no one experience of gratitude; rather, it is a complex and episodic thing, and one that is deeply personal.

Fear brings out the basest instincts," writes British political scientist Sue Goss, "and narrows our sense of belonging to self-preservation."16

I needed somewhere that wasn't bad. I wanted to be light and happy like you, and I wanted never for you to see the dark. I was scared I would infect you with terrible feelings and pictures in my head of walking out in front of the traffic and - No. That's not for you, see? Not for you to hear. I needed you to be my sunlight, Bessi,' and here George paused and her words became very small, 'I lost mine, I lost it.

Georgia had felt the colours and the rain, but she would not miss here. And there was something lost. The now-ness of things. It was not pretty.

C'est incroyable ce que la musique peut charpenter une vie, toute une vie, et te la rendre par pans entiers, alors que tu pensais avoir tout oublié.

The voice took Damian right back to a time when Joyce, he and Laurence were sitting at the table playing blackjack. It was all crisp edges and clusters of colours in his head, Joyce's purple cardigan, the gold buttons, the flowers on the table, the orange curtain. The vividness, the immediacy of the image, brought tears to his eyes.