Quotes About Emotions

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.

for there are two distinct sorts of ideas, those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart.

I do not often laugh, sir, as you may perceive by the air of my countenance; but nevertheless, I retain the privilege of laughing when I please.

I have lost my friends, D'Artagnan said ruefully, burying his head in his hands. I have nothing left but the bitterest of recollections... Two large tears rolled down his cheeks. You are young, Athos answered. Your bitter recollections have the time requisite to change into the happiest of memories.

joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy's misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange —

There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen.

for, however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature, there is always one bright smiling spot in the maternal breast, and that is where a dearly-beloved child is concerned.

Men who swear undying love sometimes have the worst intentions in the world.

There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another.

The heart breaks when it has swelled too much in the warm breath of hope, then finds itself enclosed in cold reality.

It was clear that Mme Danglars was suffering from one of those nervous irritations which women are often unable to explain even to themselves.

Besides, the storm which rages in her breast was increasing in its violence, and she would have burst her prison walls if her body could have enjoyed, for a single instant, the same proportions as her soul.

what despair to see a woman one loves longing for those thousand nothings from which women compose their happiness, and to be unable to give her those thousand nothings.

The heart of the best woman is pitiless toward the sorrows of a rival.

The heart breaks when, after having been elated by flattering hopes, it sees all its illusions destroyed.

for the unfortunate man never alluded to his own sorrows.

I do not often laugh, sir," answered the unknown. "As you may yourself discover by the expression of my continence. But yet I mean to preserve the right of laughing when I please.

Sighs united together are almost prayers; prayers coming from two hearts are almost acts of grace.

hearts inflamed by obstacles to their desire grew cold in time of security;