Quotes About Emotional

Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.

He wanted this woman to trust him. To give herself to him. To let him into her life.

It had been hard to tell him. Very hard. She'd learned not to trust anyone, but more importantly, she knew not to get close to anyone.

His entire life, he hadn't cared if he'd upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He'd found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could--she had.

Violence, once committed, lingered behind and subtly worked on those sensitive to its ugliness.

There's danger in separating yourself from everyone, not wanting anyone to see inside of you where you're vulnerable. We know the world isn't safe and perfect like the fairy tales. But if you let it eat away at you, when that one comes along, that woman you know is going to make your world for you, you won't see her, because you're too busy hiding. I almost missed my chance with her.

She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.

You hurt me, Mikhail, really hurt me." "I know, little one, I am sorry. Please forgive me." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Is it really that easy?" His thumb erased a tear trickling down her face. "No, but it is all I have to give you at this moment.

I had failed him; I knew it. But I could do no more. It was beyond my strength. That night, I think, he explored the uttermost depths of his loneliness.

Por favor, por el amor de Dios, pon fin a este sufrimiento y fóllame o mátame!

Some troubles no one else should have to endure,especially not those you love.

Smith observed that society can function purely on utilitarian grounds or on the basis of gratitude, but he clearly believed that societies of gratitude were more attractive in large part because they provide an important emotional resource for promoting social stability.

In addition, the care perspective legitimates emotional responsiveness, in the form of empathy or being moved by the plight of another, as a source of knowledge and appropriate motivation. The strong emotional sense that one must prevent harm or right an interpersonal or social injustice is seen as a moral voice as undeniable as our justice-based codes and laws regarding moral conduct.

Anger can give you a false sense of direction when sadness makes you feel lost.

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Your self-awareness in times of stress should serve as your third ear to listen to your body's cries for help. Your body speaks volumes when you push it too hard. Take the time to recognize these signals and recharge your emotional battery before your stress causes permanent damage to your system. 6

I felt his pain as an extra pressure on myself. I mentally added his pain to mine, made it part of my own.

My mind still clung to the image of my wife. A thought crossed my mind: I didn't even know if she were still alive. I knew only one thing-which I have learned well by now: Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.

As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

As he spoke all tongues, he entered into all hearts.

This is one of those rare moments when, while doing that which it is one's duty to do, one feels something which disconcerts one, and which would dissuade one from proceeding further; one persists, it is necessary, but conscience, though satisfied, is sad, and the accomplishment of duty is complicated with a pain at the heart.

You know that food eases every trouble. Angie felt herself smiling. How many times in her life had she come home from school, devastated by some social slight, only to hear Mama say, Eat something. You'll feel better.

It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from a bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.