Quotes About Emotions

Znajdujemy w ?yciu to, czego szukamy, powiedzia? kiedy? do niej ojciec. I mia? racj?: je?li szukasz w ?yciu szcz??cia, znajdziesz szcz??cie, je?li szukasz nieufno?ci, zazdro?ci i nienawi?ci, to znajdziesz nieufno??, zazdro?? i nienawi??.

Being Swedish was not always easy, but you had to do your best, and hope that you didn't slip, and become...well, Mediterranean in outlook. It was so easy, such a beguiling option, to shrug your shoulders and behave as your immediate emotions dictated. And how comfortable it must be to sit in the sun and smile, and say the world will look after itself, and that its problems will resolve themselves tomorrow, or even the day after that.

I'm sure that Pat likes you," said Big Lou. "And perhaps she would like you even more if she knew how you felt about her. Have you ever told her that?" "Of course not," said Matthew. Big Lou should have known better than to ask that question. This was Edinburgh, after all. One did not go about the place declaring oneself like some lovesick Californian.

The Germans had a word for everything—a word that could be very focused, very specific, because it could be constructed for a precise set of circumstances. They even had a word, it was said, for the feeling of envy experienced when one sees the tasty dishes ordered by others in a restaurant and it is too late to change one's own order. Mahlneid, meal envy, she believed that was the word—if it existed at all.

The real poison within families is not the poison that can be put in your food, but the poison that grows up in the heart when people are jealous of one another and cannot speak these feelings and drain out the poison that way.

It was safer, he thought, to keep it to himself; because there are many ways of loving.

Mma Ramotswe being sad was like a day with no sun, a day with no birdsong at dawn, a day without tea…One could go on, but the essential thing was that Mma Ramotswe should not look sad.

These days people seemed to suggest that you should talk about everything, even those things that people never talked about in the past, but did this make life any easier? She was not sure. In fact, she thought there were occasions on which talking about distressing things merely kept those things alive, whereas not talking about them, consigning them to the past, forgetting them, allowed one to think about things that were positive, things that made the world a bit better.

Contemplating this vast human suffering, you might be tempted to shrug your shoulders, but you could not.

A life without moments of unhappiness would be monotonous, I would have thought.

misery was nothing to do with objective good fortune. Misery was like bad weather; it was just there, and no number of optimistic comments could make the weather better.

most dogs seemed contented enough, and often seemed rather happier than the humans attached to them.

He who has lived and thought can never Help in his soul despising men, He who has felt will be forever Haunted by days he can't regain. For him there are no more enchantments, Him does the serpent of remembrance, Him does repentance always gnaw. All this will frequently afford A great delight to conversations.

Mutluluk için doÄŸmad?m ben; Ruhum yabanc?d?r buna; Fayda yok yetkin halinizden: Ben lay?k deÄŸilim ona. Ä°nan?n(vicdan bir güvence) Evlilik büyük bir iÅŸkence. Size duysam da s?cakl?k, SoÄŸuk tutar al??kanl?k; AÄŸlars?n?z: o yaÅŸlar benim Dokunmaz hiç yüreÄŸime, Döndürür beni deliye. Hangi gülleri,karar verin, Hymenaios bize haz?rlar Belki de çok uzun y?llar!

There were words on our lips that in our loneliness alone wanted utterance, and the need by itself virtually created the feeling.

I did not say alas! (nobody ever does that I know of, though the word is so frequently written).

Each daughter experiences her father's death as if she were the only daughter on Earth, and he the only father.

But the truth is, most of the things that change the course of our lives happen in fleeting unguarded moments; grief buckling us at the knees; fear shattering through us like buckshot; love pulling us out on an unseen tide. And finding ourselves in the grip of these overpowering emotions, we then invent reasons based on the flimsy evidence we have accrued why they have happened, trying to make sense of the insensible with armloads of self-justification

Drinking was what you did when things were so overwhelmingly good you needed a hangover to tamp them down, or when things were so overwhelmingly bad you needed to forget.

Every memory is a re-creation, not a playback. When we remember, we focus on certain facts and emotions, and become active participants in re-creating memories.

For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.

Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.

I am strong against everything, except against the death of those I love. He who dies gains; he who sees others die loses.

There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.