#emotional

There is zero correlation between IQ and emotional empathy... They're controlled by different parts of the brain. ↗

— Daniel Goleman

#brain #controlled #correlation #different #different parts

When it comes to accepting emotional support or affection, I'm a little guarded and hardened to that. ↗

— Patricia Heaton

#affection #comes #emotional #guarded #hardened

When a child is bruised physically or emotionally, parents often reward him with a treat. ↗

— Marilu Henner

#child #emotionally #him #often #parents

Lately I've been falling asleep listening to 'Common One' by Van Morrison, specifically the song 'Summertime in England.' It's 15 minutes long, so to make it through the entire song is a real task unto itself, but Van has that emotional payoff that makes even his most tiresome songs more powerful than most people's entire catalog. ↗

— Nate Ruess

#asleep #been #catalog #common #emotional

I believe that laughter is the best emotional Band-Aid in the world. It's like nature's Neosporin. ↗

— Matt LeBlanc

#best #emotional #i #i believe #i believe that

When a person goes into a relationship emotionally needy, they are not going to have discernment in choosing people. ↗

— Jennifer O'Neill

#discernment #emotionally #goes #going #into

I love my stories being multi-layered, and coming at it from different angles, so that you don't understand the film's true emotional motivation until the very end. ↗

— M. Night Shyamalan

#being #coming #different #different angles #emotional

When I watch the Olympics I become such an emotional wreck. I've always loved the Olympics, be it the summer or the winter Olympics. ↗

— Bryn Terfel

#become #emotional #i #loved #olympics

You had to break, to be unbroken. In the brokenness, I had found, that which was unbroken. That which was perfect, and beautiful, and complete. ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#healing-in-the-hurting-places #healing-the-emotional-self #imperfections #perfection #beauty

A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#emotional #beauty