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“God loves to meet us in that messy middle of the tunnel. And at the end of the tunnel, as well as the beginning of the tunnel. I’ve learned that it is in that messy middle that God becomes particularly “loud” in our lives. God never tells me to get over my emotions and just get past them. God meets me there in my emotional mess. Sometimes I’m so emotional I believe God has abandoned me. Until I get through that tunnel and I realize how present God always was.”

“Love, respect and trust can never be demanded. Love is just felt. It is not something to be exchanged. Respect and trust are earned. And to earn respect and trust you need to focus on your words and actions. You cannot force others to respect or trust you.”

“The poeticization of words I was worried now, I do not do it anymore, and the silence continues to ravage my soul I was worried now, I do not know and the silence of love continues to ravage my soul and my heart drained of emotions and the lonely road never seems to end the lightning of love continues to fail and I stay with a heart full of burning scars I see them in the crowd the mocking laughter the bad jokers, the worthless people who are afraid double-edged friends who stab, and slash without thinking about the consequences scars forming in the mind filled with screaming voices his stubborn voices will never leave me paralyzer adding weight to the confusion of insecurity wearing I was worried now, I do not do it anymore, and the silence continues to ravage my soul I was worried now, I do not know and the silence continues to ravage my soul the music call me night fall to deliver me in synchronicity words memorize restitution of my thinking I do not know to ask me but why is my heart still so hollow? and I can not find rest in any place he told me one day everything will be better but the weight of emotions enclose me agonize and I have to stay hidden because this world is without mercy I was worried now, I do not do it anymore, and the silence continues to ravage my soul I was worried now, I do not know and the silence of love continues to ravage my soul and I'm tearing from the inside my friends do not see it because a wall was built and the trust beat hospitalizer never got back from the fight lead lonely in a slice surround with explosions of bad intent and radiation of emotions my last companion the poeticization of words. (Marty Bisson Milo)”

“Any halfway clever devil would decorate the highway to Hell as beautiful as possible.”

“You don’t heal by pretending you don’t feel. You heal by learning to feel safely. By giving yourself permission to have needs, and then slowly, courageously, meeting them, with care instead of judgment.”

“Over the next weeks and months, my daughters had to learn to live without their father, and me without my husband. In addition to the overwhelming, everyday tasks like buying groceries, making meals, and getting the girls to their activities, I suddenly had to navigate the legal system and file for divorce. I had to figure out the nearly impossible feat of owning a small business and solo parenting two active, preteen girls. I learned the hard way that you have to remove the leaves from the gutter if you don’t want your basement to flood. I had to muster the courage to pull the hair out of the shower drain. I had to somehow find the time and energy to decontaminate the entire house when the dreaded scourge that is lice made its unwanted appearance. And I had to do it all with the added anger, sadness, and sheer frustration that these were all things John used to take care of. As tempting as it was to collapse, I had two girls who needed me now more than ever. I needed my business to survive. I had a mountain of legal bills—tens of thousands of dollars and increasing daily. As a business owner, if I didn’t work, I didn’t get paid. Stepping away to take care of my mental and emotional state was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I had to balance what was best for my business in the long term with what the girls and I needed in the short term. I had to get through each day and keep moving forward. This meant I toggled back and forth between dealing with this trauma and running a business. I lived in a constant state of holding it all together, while simultaneously watching it all fall apart.”

“These times are hard, but I won't walk away jaded, darker, different. I feel. I cry to heal. If you saw me in those moments, maybe you'd think I was a mess. But I don't call it a mess. I call it strength. Real strength isn't about building walls. Real strength is about staying open, no matter what. It's about taking life—with all the pleasures that fade and all the pain that sticks around for too long—and not shutting down, not closing down, not building up those walls. Resilience isn't hard, impenetrable, iron. Resilience is flexible, soft, warm. Stay strong. The real kind of strong. Don't let your automatic mind reflexes make you jump away from pain and towards pleasure. Make choices. See clearly. And never, ever, stop feeling. Don't go numb. The world, even with all its horror, is too beautiful to miss.”

“It's only words and words are all I've. In my quiet moments of reflection, I've come to grasp a fundamental truth about myself: "Words are all I have." This realization runs deep, emphasizing the significance of my composing journey. It's an acknowledgment that the very make-up of my being, from expressing joy to navigating sorrow, relies on the art of words. Through them, I shape my thoughts, unveil my emotions, and construct the narrative of my life. In this self-awareness, I find both the strength and vulnerability that accompany the words I choose to wield. They become the bridge between my inner world and the external reality, giving meaning to my experiences and connecting me with others on a profound level. This phrase encapsulates the essence of my personal journey—a recognition of the weight and wonder held within the words that accompany me through every epoch of my life.”

“Strength is a huge part of being Thoughtfully Fit, and it requires you to be in control of your actions and emotions, instead of letting them control you. Strength does not mean you can’t feel sad, angry, or frustrated, but it requires you to make a conscious choice not to lead with anger or frustration. Having Strength is about honoring what you’re feeling and then thoughtfully choosing what you want to do next.”

“Strength is about consciously choosing how you want to show up, to avoid letting others dictate your emotions and behavior. If you set your own thermostat, you can always be a cool sixty-eight degrees even if everyone around you is at ninety-five. And if you’re feeling a little hot? Take a Pause and a deep breath, then Think about ways to bring yourself down to where you know you’ll be in better control of your actions. Then Act from that cooler place.”

“I felt incongruence within myself. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew how I wanted to be perceived and I felt a strong desire to be respected. I decided that things could be broken down into simple black and white terms, yet I felt strong and weak, loving and harsh, and didn’t see a place for me in the world. I couldn’t simplify my feelings enough to understand myself.”

“She’s not a girl. She’s been through hurricanes of emotions, she fought the armies of fears, she passed the trickiest life’s trials. She matured like wine through humid darkness, cold and time. She came out fizzy and sweet.”

“Big emotions—like anger, fear, and sadness—can be really uncomfortable. But even uncomfortable feelings are okay. In fact, all emotions are okay. It just takes practice to manage uncomfortable emotions so you can respond in a healthy way.”

“Do not allow your happiness to be controlled by the thoughts of others. People are happy for you one minute and then the next they are looking down their noses at you. You have to find within yourself the kind of happiness that withstands the ups and downs of life. No one should have the power to limit or repress your happiness.”

“زنی که این اندازه رنجش می‌داد نه تنها کمتر که برعکس، هرچه بیشتر برایش عزیز می‌شد، انگار که همراه با هرچه بالاتر گرفتن درد، ارزش نوشدارو، ارزش داروی آرام‌بخشی هم که تنها در دست اودت بود فزونی می‌یافت. سوان می‌خواست بیشتر تیمارش کند، آن گونه که برای بیماری‌ای که ناگهان دریابی از آنچه بوده وخیم‌تر است.”

“اگر هم بتوانیم آرزو کنیم کارهای کسی که تاکنون رنجمان داده است از تهِ دل نبوده باشد، [...] باید بپرسیم که کردار فردای آن کس چه خواهد بود؟ این گفته‌های تازه به گوش عشق من می‌رسید؛ به او می‌باورانید که فردا فرقی با روزهای گذشته نخواهد داشت و احساس ژیلبرت به من کهنه‌تر از آن است که تغییر کند، احساس بی‌اعتنایی است، و در دوستی من و ژیلبرت تنها منم که عشق می‌ورزم! و عشقم در پاسخ می‌گفت: «درست است، دیگر با این دوستی هیچ کاری نمی‌شود کرد، دگرگون نخواهد شد.»”

“The Price Love will probably kill me,
Long before I fell out of it,
Or madly in with another. It will rush like a red hand,
With doubt and steady stillness,
Of another lover into something else. It will kill with everything,
But a feeling of full self-despair,
And a moment of bitter nostalgia. Love will probably kill me,
Leaving everything I am behind,
Or giving me anything I owe it in return. It will blush my cheeks with tenderness,
Wailing my veins into stray lines
Of another’s love, an undying lie. It will be neither slow nor gentle,
But rushed into words and memories,
And give out nothing but love, again.”