Quotes About Feelings

People with BPD feel all emotions intensely, not just anger.

Separate your feelings from those of the person with BPD. Earlier in this book, we explained that people with BPD often use projection to try to get others to feel their feelings for them. You may need to keep checking yourself to determine whose feelings are whose. If you start to feel helpless or angry, is it because the other person is projecting his or her own helplessness or anger onto you?

Your feelings need to be validated just as much as those of the person with BPD.

When the person with BPD felt threatened, they consciously or unconsciously protected themselves from painful feelings in ways that pushed these buttons.

According to the highly emotional logic of BPD, if they do something terrible to you, and you accept it without complaining or becoming upset, that shows that you care about them. But if you respond in the way that most people would, by expressing your anger or displeasure, that means that you don't really have positive feelings for them.

Those who must control everything fear being vulnerable. Why? Because to be vulnerable opens up one to be shamed. Control is a way to insure that no one can ever shame us again. It involves controlling our own thoughts, expressions, feelings, and actions. And it involves attempting to control other people's thoughts, feelings, and actions.

Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town. ( Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. )

Oxytocin connects us to other people; oxytocin makes us feel what other people feel. And it's easy to cause people's brains to release oxytocin. Let me show you. Come here. Give me a hug.

The books are funny and sad, and that's what people respond to.

Sometimes he though her coolness not so much a cover as the thing itself, an emptiness

the damage has been simmering for years and has no doubt found other ways to erupt, in feelings of shame or hopelessness, drawing her unconsciously to people and situations that echo or approximate the original pain.

Maybe he considers the kiss a moment of weakness or bad judgment, or maybe he's still attracted to me but trying to shut off the feelings—as practiced as I am at ignoring difficult emotions and hoping they'll go away.

How sadness and shame are more than feelings; they're an illness, a terrible cancer that spins through the world taking lives in a hidden cyclical way that might never end.

I wasn't raised to acknowledge my own feelings, let alone stick up for myself like that. That's movie dialogue, not real life.

Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

The sponge of my heart had been filled up sometime last evening and had begun to drip.

Forget it. Tell me, do you think you love Robin? Honestly." Tully looked over at Jennifer's shadow in the dark room. "I don't particularly want to lose him," she said. "Is that love?

Sí, te preocupas de los sentimientos de todos, menos de los míos –afirmó Alexandr, con un tono mordaz. –No

Emotion was pressing hard on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. I don't need to breathe now, she thought. I've breathed all my life.

Tears are words that need to be written.

Amor, então, também, acaba? Não, que eu saiba. O que eu sei é que se transforma numa matéria-prima que a vida se encarrega de transformar em raiva. (Ou em rima)

Asian people have a unique way about them and a different sense of beauty. It's exotic to me. I like they way Asians project their feelings. There's a hardness to the culture, but at the same time there's a delicateness.

Like" as a friend. "Like" as respect. There are so many different kinds of "likes." So when does "like" turn into "love"? Where's the boundary?

Love alone could waken love.