Taissa Farmiga Quotes

I can't really articulate what I feel.

The most important things are the hardest to say

It's like I know what I gotta say, I just don't know how to say it to you.

I am much better at saying how I feel when I no longer feel it.

Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.

I got into direct confrontation with everybody I love.

It is often said that fathers can often find it hard to talk about their own feelings so there's no wonder they struggle to speak to their son or daughter about the topic.

Emotions are my weakness. It is in my blood. It is very difficult to control.

Knowing Lissa missed me hurt almost more than if she'd completely written me off. I'd never wanted to hurt her. Even when I'd resented her for feeling like she was controlling my life, I'd never hated her. I loved her like a sister and couldn't stand the thought of her suffering now on my behalf. How had things gotten so screwed up between us?

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

I'm not the most emotionally attuned guy in the world. My wife says that me writing about emotion is like Gandhi writing about gluttony.

That which we are capable of feeling, we are capable of saying.

The higher the IQ the lower the EQ. The more intelligent you are, the lower your ability is to communicate emotionally with people.

There are lots of ways to communicate what we know, but few ways to communicate what we feel. Music is one way to communicate emotions.

How do I tell you what my heart's been telling me?

I needed people to deliver my feelings back to me in a form that was legible. Which is a superlative kind of empathy to seek, or to supply: an empathy that rearticulates more clearly what it's shown.

I—I adore you, too. Well, I don't know if I adore you. That's not really the word I'd use. But I—I—" I managed to wrench it out. God, this was hard! "I love you." "Of course you do," he said, totally unsurprised. "WHAT? I finally tell you my deepest, most personal feelings and you're all, 'Yeah, I already got that memo'? This, this is why you drive me nuts! This is why it's so hard to tell you things! I take it back.

I usually know almost exactly how I feel. The problem is, I just can't tell anyone.

No. Haven’t you been listening?” Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.

Your partner cannot read your mind, so talk to your partner about how you're feeling and what you need.

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.

I talk because I feel, and I talk to you because I want you to know how I feel.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.