Quotes About Feelings

I'm sure the gentlemen have had quite enough of decorations and flower arrangements and whose feelings will be hurt by what." "Gladly, Stepmama," said Lady Charlotte. "Mr. Carsington, perhaps you would help me choose something to soothe the gentlemen's delicate nerves.

E pensou o mesmo naquele momento, porque os sentimentos perturbadores permaneciam ali, sob o bolso do peito do colete, onde ele guardava um toco de lápis que ela havia deixado para trás na noite anterior.

But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic.

But many people come to therapy seeking closure. Help me not to feel. What they eventually discover is that you can't mute one emotion without muting the others. You want to mute the pain? You'll also mute the joy.

Your feelings don't have to mesh with what you think they should be," he explained. "They'll be there regardless, so you might as well welcome them because they hold important clues.

Sometimes in their pain, people believe that the agony will last forever. But feelings are actually more like weather systems—they blow in and they blow out. Just because you feel sad this minute or this hour or this day doesn't mean you'll feel that way in ten minutes or this afternoon or next week. Everything you feel—anxiety, elation, anguish—blows in and out again.

People often mistake numbness for nothingness, but numbness isn't the absence of feelings; it's a response to being overwhelmed by too many feelings.

You want to mute the pain? You'll also mute the joy.

Your feelings don't have to mesh with what you think they should be," he explained. "They'll be there regardless, so you might as well welcome them because they hold important clues." How many times had I said something similar to my own patients? But here I feel as if I'm hearing this for the first time. Don't judge your feelings; notice them. Use them as your map. Don't be afraid of the truth.

I remember saying that there was a difference between examining and dwelling, and if we're cut off from our feelings, just skating on the surface, we don't get peace or joy—we get deadness.

you can't mute one emotion without muting the others.

People often mistake numbness for nothingness, but numbness isn't the absence of feelings; it's a response to being overwhelmed by too many feelings. John

joy isn't pleasure; it's anticipatory pain.

His expression is sad instead of angry now. Anger is the go-to feeling for most people because it's outward-directed—angrily blaming others can feel deliciously sanctimonious.

you can't mute one emotion without muting the others. You want to mute the pain? You'll also mute the joy.

He knows what all therapists know: That the presenting problem, the issue somebody comes in with, is often just one aspect of a larger problem, if not a red herring entirely. He knows that most people are brilliant at finding ways to filter out the things they don't want to look at, at using distractions or defenses to keep threatening feelings at bay.

She still equates feeling loved not with peace or joy but with anxiety.

Pushing aside emotions only makes them stronger.

In reaction formation, unacceptable feelings or impulses are expressed as their opposite, as when a person who dislikes her neighbor goes out of her way to befriend her or when an evangelical Christian man who's attracted to men makes homophobic slurs.

People often mistake numbness for nothingness, but numbness isn't the absence of feelings; it's a response to being overwhelmed by too many feelings. John looks from his cell back to me. "You know what I love about Rosie?" he says. "She's the only one who doesn't ask things of me. The only one who isn't, in one way or another, disappointed with me—

I can't walk away from someone I love without saying 'I love you' one last time. I've known how very much I've loved you for a long time. You think I'm a child and I know nothing about the world or about love. But I know about love. I know about loss. And I know about loneliness, and goodbyes, and about never being able to voice those feelings again. "Perhaps you've said those words, Richard, and don't mean them. But I never have.

Ellie closed her eyes and felt the aching loneliness well up inside her chest.

She was like a drug. The most addicting kind, and he had a problem—he was pretty sure that she was developing feelings for him. He had no idea what to do with that, or with is own feelings, which were definitely getting in his way. This whole no emotional attachment thing had gone straight to shit. Because Mallory Quinn was emotionally attached to every person she ever met, and she had a way of making that contagious. He craved contact with her in a way that he wasn't experienced with.

Ben was in his truck, window down, idling at the curb, dark lenses hiding his eyes from her, looking effortlessly big and badass. The way she wished she felt.