Quotes About Emotional

The relation to ideas can be more emotional or more reflective according to whether the individual belongs more to the feeling or to the thinking type.

As long as concepts are identical with mere words, the variation is almost imperceptible and plays no practical role. But when an exact definition or a careful explanation is needed, one can occasionally discover the most amazing variations, not only in the purely intellectual understanding of the term, but particularly in its emotional tone and its application. As a rule, these variations are subliminal and therefore never realized.

For the next few minutes, time stood still and Cassie was transported into a real-life version of hell. Even as she watched it, she knew she'd never be able to scrub the images from her mind for the rest of her life. She had to remind herself to breathe.

I've been doing this a long time- manipulating people to get my way. That's why you think you love me. Because I've broken you down and built you back up to believe it. It wasn't an accident. Once you leave this behind..... you'll see that. -Caleb

The loneliness pervading me was physical, like a voyager who has grown weary after years of wandering and now seeks the road home.

Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra.

in an age in which the digital attention economy is shoveling more and more clickbait toward us and fragmenting our focus into emotionally charged shards, the right response is to become more mindful in our media consumption:

There were many causes of his unhappiness, but at heart I believe now, as I believed then, that it was essential y the result of growing up in a household, and a world, where emotional expression of any kind was at best frowned on and at worst strangled.

There was no sense in adding to her distress by not taking care of the things she valued.

But, no matter what I did, how many times hot water was added, how many minutes I stood before the fire to dry, I could not get warm. For my father's words and my own fears were like two cold fists clenched around my heart. The catastrophes had returned, and this time they came from within, not from without. Bad as what we had already endured had been, I knew that the worst was yet to come.

I thought helping someone else might take me out of my own head for a while.

you've spent so much of your life in emotional survival mode. Of course you have a hole. Anyone would. We all live with holes of some kind or another, and we spend our lives trying to fill them—so quit fighting it.

Si empatizamos con los misterios de la persona enferma, la locura también revela su sistema, y reconocemos en la enfermedad mental simplemente una reacción excepcional a problemas emocionales que no nos son ajenos.

I like a quickie as much as the next person, but I think that there's an awful lot to be gained from slow sex — from slowing down in the bedroom. You tap into those deeper psychological, emotional, spiritual currents, and you get a better orgasm with the buildup. You can get more bang for your buck, let's say.

The healthy man does not torture others -- generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.

Isn't it exhausting, one could ask, this emotionally wrought involvement with so many sources, so many intimacies? For most of us it would be. But it is this novelist's heart, this writer's strange and insatiable passion for observation, for describing in all of its spectacular complexity the bewildering and plentiful world, that raises this brilliant and unruly book from its time, and makes it a classic of cultural journalism.

As the months went by, Talese began to see the masseuse as a kind of unlicensed therapist. Just as thousands of people each day paid psychiatrists money to be heard, the massage man paid money to be touched.

I think you're the sort of person who finds money on the ground and waves it in the air and asks if anyone has lost it. I think you cry in movies that aren't even sad because you have a soft heart, though you don't let it show. I think you do things that scare you, and that makes you braver than those adrenaline junkies who bungee-jump off bridges.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

Adam is mumbling something now. In a low voice. Over and over he is saying: please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Finally, he stops and looks at my face. "Please, Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

When a broken bone heals, it's stronger than it was before the break. Same holds true for broken hearts.