Quotes About Emotion

That was how it always was with Colleen: No matter how sad she felt, there was always this little bit of hope - like a speck of glitter caught in your eyelash - that never went away, no matter what.

But, Danny decided, being scared was better than being numb.

And a feeling came over him, as if he'd found something he'd lost, something precious. His hope.

She loved anyone and anything that didn't love her back, so long as it made her feel alive.

They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Charlotte's indecision in every word she didn't say and every move she didn't make. She was tense with uncertainty, quivering with irresolution. She might not be leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either.

Love doesn't attack; it infiltrates.

Thirty-eight days later, Magellan spied the Pacific Ocean and wept with joy.

An image resists explanation. You relate to it or you do not. You cannot disagree with an image. Through identification with an image you comprehend a totality, rather than learn particular facts.

Too often, people carry around so much pain in their hearts, that they surround their hearts with an impenetrable wall.

Emotion is an instinctive response aimed at self-preservation.

We think we believe what we know, but we only truly believe what we feel.

Psychologists have observed that one of the most basic human needs, beginning at birth, is to be gazed upon by another. Mothers throughout the world have been observed spending long periods staring into the eyes of their babies with a characteristic tilt of the head. To be seen is to be real, and without another to gaze upon us, we are nothing. Part of the terror of being lost stems from the idea of never being seen again.)

For this survival type, anger tends to be the default emotion; it is easily accessible and used to intimidate others.

Affect dysregulation

I would have rather felt you round my throat, Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!

I woke raging with desire for you…

I am persuaded that every time a man smiles - but much more so when he laughs - it adds something to this fragment of life

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

Betrayal and grief have a certain color no matter what the species is.

Revenge is a good motivator, but it always disappoints in the end.

Mourning for the living cuz im so damn jealous of the dead.

she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it, the mask of steel behind which he imprisoned it, his detached demeanour and deliberate gestures that, far from parading a lack of interest, displayed the strength of his self-discipline, that he could so tightly curb the intensity of his passion.

She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.

I looked out of the window and saw him sitting in the early rays of the sun, a dark silhouette in the sand, motionless as a rock, and knew at once that I had substituted one memory for another and that this one would leave me with as little peace as the other one had. I would exist in someone else's mind, without knowing who I was in there.