Quotes About Emotional

Every potato chip I've have ever eaten has added another chip to my shoulder. They're a lot heavier to carry around than the pounds, somehow.

Lou Priolo defines manipulation as "an attempt to gain control of another individual or situation by inciting an emotional reaction rather than a biblical response from that individual

When you live in an alcoholic family or an abusive family, you tiptoe, you don't want to step on any mines.

You don't have to move past it, but you do have to move through it.

Only after I saw women who were attracted to distant, condescending, even violent men did I begin to understand that having a distant, condescending, even violent father could make those qualities seem inevitable, even feel like home. Because of my father, only kindness felt like home.

But many of women's body scars have a very different context, and thus an emotional power all their own. Stretch marks and Cesarean incisions from giving birth are very different from accident, war, and fight scars. They evoke courage without violence, strength without cruelty, and even so, they're far more likely to be worn with diffidence than bragging. That gives them a moving, bittersweet power, like seeing a room where a very emotional event in our lives once took place.

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either

We liberate children not by making them work for our love but by letting them rest in it.

Because those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.

The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people — no mere father and mother — as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born.

It has been a task in my practice of yoga to feel the unlimited aspects of Self as well as to explore and challenge the physical aspects — both pleasant and painful. This challenge is emotional, intellectual, psychological, physical, and spiritual.

Even though your broken heart may never heal, bless those who help hold together the pieces.

And somewhere along the way, I found a little bit of healing. It wasn't enough to undo all of the damage done to me when I was a child; that, I think, cuts too deep. But enough.

It is my observation, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others. I like to think it might have been so.

There are wounds of the spirit as grave as wounds of the flesh, and they, too, need healing.

You're in pain, Mr. Miller—it has to come out somewhere. I've found that people in distress, either emotional or physical, often cannot help themselves—as if that which hurts has to be exorcised, and inflicting some sort of harm on another provides an immediate if temporary relief.

May I know what it is to feel the weight on another's shoulders.

Never have your happiness dependent on a yes or no decision from one person.

For instance, you can say, "I know you might not trust me. I know you have had bad dealings in the past. I know you've had a hard childhood and this is the only way to make money." They will say, "That's right." And once you have empathy with them, you can be a little more insistent on what it is you want.

It was better not to judge the man who had gone down under an impossible burden. It was better to remember: Thou knowest this man's fall, but thou knowest not his wrassling.

She was in a terrible state, for she found that she could neither take her eyes off him nor look at him.

she was disquietingly fluid—fluid without, however, being able to flow. I felt a hardness and a constriction in her, a grave mistrust, created already by too many men like me ever to be conquered now.

His body, which I had come to know so well, glowed in the light and charged and thickened the air between us. Then something opened in my brain, a secret, noiseless door swung open, frightening me: it had not occurred to me until that instant that, in fleeing from his body, I confirmed and perpetuated his body's power over me.

I do not know what I would do if you left me. For the first time I felt the suggestion of a threat in his voice—or I put it there. I have been alone so long—I do not think I would be able to live if I had to be alone again.