Quotes About Emotion

Scapegoating is often a reenactment of a parent's abusive role. It is blind imitation of a parent who habitually released his frustration by indiscriminately raging. When a fight type parent scapegoats those around him, he enforces a perverse kind of mirroring. He is making sure that when he feels bad, so does everyone else. It is like a bumper sticker I saw the other day: "If Momma ain't happy, Nobody's happy.

Emoting is when we cry, anger out, or verbally ventilate the energy of an inner emotional experience. Feeling, on the other hand, is the inactive process of staying present to internal emotional experience without reacting.

For just as without night there is no day, without work there is no play, without hunger there is no satiation, without fear there is no courage, without tears there is no joy, and without anger, there is no real love.

We live in an emotionally impoverished culture, and those who stick with a long term recovery process

Visceral sensations are often physiological correlates of feeling. If you hold your attention on them, if you feel them, you may become aware of their actual emotional content.

When fear is the dominant emotion in a flashback the person feels extremely anxious, panicky or even suicidal.

Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.

The other important focus is to realize that pain in and of itself becomes traumatizing.

glazed eyes, pale skin, rapid or shallow pulse and breathing, disorientation, appears overly emotional or overly tranquil, i.e., acting like nothing has happened),

Examples of signs include a deep, relaxed, spontaneous breath, the cessation of crying or trembling, a stretch, a yawn, a smile or the making of eye contact.

Love is not some mushy feeling for your parents that you are born with, or a romanticized sexuality you learn from magazines. It is action. If you know what love is you can never be in doubt about whether someone loves you or you love someone.

Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere

And over and over she told him she loved him. And over and over he told her he loved her. And it was always a new thing that they told each other.

Rachel turned and looked at him, and saw his tired gray eyes and his tired gray skin. If he would go away she could imagine it was yesterday.

Guilt was dread without the tightness in the chest part, just the weight in the gut.

I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable

mean anything." She seemed subdued, sad.

Theatre is always a self-destructive art, and it is always written on the wind.

Odio quando qualcuno dice «Capisco». Non significa nulla ed è vagamente aggressivo. Ogni volta che lo sento in realtà mi suona come un «Vaffanculo».

Why? Because you wanted something, and tried to get it. You acted. You acted stupidly, but you acted, and that's the important part. And people often act stupidly when it comes to love. I know I did.

He were still smiling but his voice were hard as a spoon rattling in a metal cup.

I have this rage that I can't explain. It's sad.

Poetry has isolated me from the world more than it has connected me to it.

But poetry is my life. Poetry is what matters to me.