Inner Emotions Quotes

For me a true landscape is not just a representation of a desert or a forest. It shows an inner state of mind, literally inner landscapes, and it is the human soul that is visible through the landscapes presented in my films.

We humans are self-absorbed by nature, and spend most of our time focusing inwardly on our emotions, on our wounds, on our fantasies.

Ill just say whats in my heart: Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

I liked the fact that I was forced to get inside of my emotions and to really try to figure out a lot of what I was going through.

I can't put bars on my insides; my love is something I can't hide.

No matter how happy or hopeful I am, I always tend to drift back to that. It's underneath all the music I've ever written... An artist is trying to tell you how he's feeling. And if that accidentally becomes entertaining, it becomes a career.

Because whatever I feel inside, it has a place to go. It just saves me over and over and over again.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.

People act on the outside the way they feel on the inside.

When you squeeze an orange, you'll always get orange juice to come out. What comes out is what's inside. The same logic applies to you: when someone squeezes you, puts pressure on you, or says something unflattering or critical, and out of you comes anger, hatred, bitterness, tension, depression, or anxiety, that is what's inside. If love and joy are what you want to give and receive, change your life by changing what's inside

I haven't written for a few days, because I wanted first of all to think about my diary. It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I-nor for that matter anyone else-will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen -year -old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

All writers write about themselves, just as the old storytellers chose to tell stories that spoke to and about themselves. They call it the world, but it is themselves they portray. The world of which they write is like a mirror that reflects the inside of their hearts, often more truly than they know.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.

How we see God is a direct reflection of how we see ourselves. If God brings to mind mostly fear and blame, it means there is too much fear and blame welled inside us. If we see God as full of love and compassion, so are we.

But my favorite part in my body are my dark circles. They define me. They reveal my melancholy.

Those who grieve find comfort in weeping and in arousing their sorrow until the body is too tired to bear the inner emotions.

It's all about what you feel on the inside - and I'm feeling like a chocolate chip cookie because I had about ten of them last night!

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

Paint what you are, paint what you believe, paint what you feel.

No one can tell you what your heart should feel.

There is something intimate about painting I cannot explain to you ? but it is so delightful just for expressing one's feelings.

When we are younger, we say a lot of things without often believing in them. The thoughts within you are much more important, and so often, one can't completely describe what one feels. As we grow older, we realize that there is more to love than what is expressed in the conventional sense of the terms.

The emotions you see when you watch 'Narcos,' they're pretty much my emotions and the way I would react if I were there. It's not something you create; all of us have everything inside ourselves.

No one really understands the grief or joy of another.