Quotes About Emotion

Jhin, League of Legends

Art must exist beyond reason.

His voice was affectionate but also flustered, like that of a child who had no idea what to do.

although there are certain limbic system (emotional) programs that can be triggered automatically, it takes less then 90 seconds for one of these programs to be triggered, surge through our body, and then be completely flushed out of our bloodstream... within 90 seconds from initial trigger, the chemical components of my anger has completely dissipated from my blood and my automatic response is over.

The healthiest way I know how to move through an emotion effectively is to surrender completely to that emotion when its loop of physiology comes over me. I simply resign to the loop and let it run its course for 90 seconds. Just like children, emotions heal when they are heard and validated. Over time, the intensity and frequency of these circuits usually abate. Really powerful thoughts

You can't just love bits of someone. All of me, why not take all of me----isn't that what the song says? I know exactly how bad Tony can be and well, if he can love me like he does, despite my faults, well... I can do the same for him.

Many Aquarian men experience the sensation of watching life as if they are outside of their body. Yes, some of them are crazy, but most of them are just so profoundly detached that they are able to separate not just from the rest of the world, but from themselves, too.

Avram was shocked. "Well, how is the sand feeling?" he asked after a moment. "Crowded.

I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. One way or another you were always out of reach... I think I'm in love with you... Actually no, that's not true. I know I am.

Oh my god, two days ago I fell in love with the girl of my dreams. Tonight I find out she's insane

On the outside she might appear cool, but inside her heart felt as though it was disintegrating like a digestive dropped in hot tea

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

No one is all good or all bad. You can love your father because he clothed and fed you, but you can hate him because he's a man and tragically flawed.

The dead walk into poems all the time Nobody complains

What we say is important for in most cases the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.

I can still remember Pete Rose, on the top step of the dugout screaming, "Fuck you, Shakespeare.

Story was magic. Magic was story. Memory was also story, disparate events linked together in our mind to create a narrative.

no" gets you past emotional issues and trivial issues to essential issues. We want decision-based negotiation, not the emotion-based waste of time known as win-win.

It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

You see, you just don't know I'm here to give you my heart And you want some fashion show

A hundred years ago no one was silent or tongue-tied, as we are now, when death was in the room. They had not yet muzzled grief or banished it from daily life. Death was cultivated, watered like a plant. There was no need for whispering or mime.

I think I'd like her to turn round. I want to see her face a second time. That first time she was hardly visible. She was little more than dark on dark, a body shape, as I remember it. If only she would spin round on her heels and the moonlight would oblige, I could persuade myself she's real and not a spectre summoned up by loneliness.

Sometimes in matters of the heart words are not required. Are ill advised, in fact.

Tears in the corners of my eyes—of pure emotion—joy—happiness … I feel totally unburdened. The load has been lifted off my back, off my mind. I have to do nothing more to prove myself. This is not for others but for me—and to me. Observation Mountain is a beautiful place. A beautiful rare mood. A few precious moments of ecstasy somehow not meant for—or translate-able into—words. Language fails where the tears begin.