116 Quotes Tagged: emotions

"Ever since people first existed, they have been doing all the things we label "codependent." They have worried themselves sick about other people. They have tried to help in ways that didn't help. They have said yes when they meant no. They have tried to make other people see things their way. They have bent over backwards avoiding hurting people's feelings and, in so doing, have hurt themselves. They have been afraid to trust their feelings. They have believed lies and then felt betrayed. They have wanted to get even and punish others. They have felt so angry they wanted to kill. They have struggled for their rights while other people said they didn't have any. They have worn sackcloth because they didn't believe they deserved silk."

The truth is that creative activity is one that involves the entire self - our emotions, our levels of energy, our characters, and our minds.

"Wilhelm Reich identified "armor" as the sum total of typical character attitudes, which an individual develops as a blocking against his emotional excitations, resulting in rigidity of the body, lack of emotional contact, "deadness". Functionally identical to muscular armor (chronic muscular spasms)"

The real problem of humanity is the following: We have Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions and godlike technology. And it is terrifically dangerous, and it is now approaching a point of crisis overall.

Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.

And empty words are evil.

Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor.
Queen Jealousy Envy waits behind him — her fire green gown sneers at the grassy ground.
Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, they quietly understand.
Once-happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wondering why the fight is on.
But they're all bold as love...just ask the Axis.

Red, so confident, he flashes trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria.
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go-round.
Yellow in this case is not so mellow,
In fact, I'm trying to say, it's frightened like me.
And all these emotions of mine keeps holding me back from giving my life to rainbow you.

I suppose I've always done my share of crying, especially when there's no other way to contain my feelings. I know that men ain't supposed to cry, but I think that's wrong. Crying's always been a way for me to get things out which are buried deep, deep down. When I sing, I often cry. Crying is feeling, and feeling is being human.

Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

The idea that you have to be protected from any kind of uncomfortable emotion is what I absolutely do not subscribe to.

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious

It’s a scientific fact that gratitude reciprocates.

But it's a changeable world! When we consider how great our sorrow seem, and how small they are; how we think we shall die of grief, and how quickly we forget, I think we ought to be ashamed of ourselves and our fickle-heartedness. For, after all, what business has Time to bring us consolation?

Water flows from high places to low places. That is the nature of gravity. Emotions also seem to act according to gravity. When in the presence of someone with whom you have a bond, and to whom you have entrusted your feelings, it is hard to lie and get away with it. The truth just wants to come flowing out. This is especially the case when you are trying to hide your sadness or vulnerability. It is much easier to conceal sadness from a stranger, or from someone you don’t trust. Hirai saw Kei as a confidante with whom she could share anything. The emotional gravity was strong. Kei was able to accept anything — forgive anything — that Hirai let flow out. A single kind word from Kei could cut the cords of tension that ran through her.

The mind commands the body and is instantly obeyed. The mind commands itself and meets resistance. The mind commands the hand to move, and it so easy that one hardly distinguishes the order from its execution. Yet mind is mind and hand is body. The mind orders the mind to will. The recipient of the order is itself, yet it does not perform it.