Quotes About Emotions

His routine had drawn him so deep inside himself that he feared the flood of memories her words on the postcard might unleash. He was afraid of wanting her again and all that it would mean. Finally, he read her postcard. He read it three times. He remembered how it had been.

You are . . . depressed? Bored?" "Are there other feelings?

Unfortunately I'm one of those people who writes better when they're unhappy.

She radiated the kind of positivity that suggested barely suppressed rage.

I wanted to understand her. I wanted her, more dubiously, to understand me .

I just want her to be happy. But I don't think that's what she wants.

Julia's defining quality, maybe, was her combination of outer normality, even placidity, and a roiling, crazily volatile inner life that expressed itself mainly in her writing.

What do you actually care about?" "People," I said. "All right, E.M. Forster.

I have a pretty clear memory of most of that night, but even while it was happening, it was like a dream, where you do things you don't want to do but can't control your own actions.

For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

It's not what happens to you that determines your happiness. It's how you think about what happens to you.

Whatever thoughts are causing you pain, they are only thoughts. You can change a thought.

BAD THINGS HAPPEN WHEN WE ARE FEELING BAD

We're all twisted messes inside. What matters is how we manifest our actions on the surface.

For me, at least, half of dealing with grief is trying to figure out what I'm supposed to show the outside world.

I was loved, to be certain, but loved by people who didn't know how to love themselves.

You're one cold motherfucker. At least Mathis doesn't make you feel like shit." "That's so you don't see the knife coming. I'm honest.

And even though it kills me when you're not looking at me, or it feels that way, I love the fact that you're still trying to put things together—to make them better. And I'd never sacrifice that, even if it meant your eyes were always on me.

The trouble is we expect the emote part of emotion. Humans are social primates, and our experiences have to be externalized to be acknowledged by others.

Theory of Mind to practical use—understanding how others see the world.

meal together, their internal lives far more interesting than the ones they share with each other.

I hate myself for how much this grudging nod of respect means to me. But it does mean something . . . How do assholes make us care what they think?

Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams.

I come away depleted of everything because they just suck me dry, because I tune in to all their moods and, boy, are there some undercurrents there!