Quotes about Emotions

Thought for the Day: I have to make the choice every day to interrupt my fleshly tendencies of yelling and getting angry over minor things.

Numb souls are never growing souls.

felt stuck with a suffocating sense of wanting to feel better but not knowing how. My brain has such a hard time overriding my heart sometimes. One rejection after another did quite a number on my heart. And each new rejection didn't just add hurt; it multiplied the pain that was already there. That accumulation created a dark feeling of hopeless defeat.

Bitterness, resentment, and anger have no place in a heart as beautiful as yours.

My body size is not tied to my happy. If my happy was missing when I was larger, it will still be missing when I get smaller.

People do affect us. But the peace of our souls is tethered to all that God is.

I don't know what to say or how to say it." So I said nothing. Not a word. I stuffed it all down and started to build a barrier to hide behind. After the incident, I smiled when I saw her, but I held her at a distance. She knew something was wrong, but when she questioned me about it, I lied. "Everything's fine," I said. But everything wasn't fine. Not at all.

Too many of us live with an uncontrolled thought life. It is possible to learn to identify destructive thoughts and make wiser choices. Instead of letting those thoughts rumble freely about in my mind, I make the choice to harness them and direct them toward truth.

if we allow our thoughts to stink, that smell will leak out of every bit of us—our words, our actions, and especially our reactions.

And the gaping hole left behind is in some ways worse than death. If their absence was caused by death, you would grieve their loss. But when their absence is caused by rejection, you not only grieve their loss but you also have to wrestle through the fact that they wanted this.

when you and I roll around in thoughts that stink, it affects the atmosphere everywhere we go.

If things are ever going to get better, we have to acknowledge our underbellies that fuel our unglued reactions.