Quotes About Emotions

Sô Candelário chega exclamava, chorava: dizia que nunca tinha chefiado pessoal tão valente feito nós, com tantas capacidades.

E foi então que eu acertei com a verdade fiel: que aquela raiva estava em mim, produzida, era minha sem outro dono, como coisa solta e cega.

Che uno deve a volte fingere di aver rabbia, ma rabbia proprio non si deve mai tollerare di averla. Perché, quando si nutre rabbia di qualcuno, è la stessa cosa che autorizzare quella medesima persona a venire a governare, durante tutto quel tempo, la nostra mente e il nostro sentire; e questo era mancanza di sovranità, e abbondante stupidaggine, e di fatto lo è.

O senhor me crê? E foi então que eu acertei com a verdade fiel: que aquela raiva estava em mim, produzida, era minha sem outro dono, como coisa solta e cega. As pessoas não tinham culpa de naquela hora eu estar passeando pensar nelas. Hoje, que enfim eu medito mais nessa agenciação encoberta da vida, fico me indagando: será que é a mesma coisa com a bebedice de amor? Toleima.

E a gente raivava alto, para retardar o surgir do medo — e a tristeza em crú — sem se saber por que, mas que era de todos, unidos malaventurados.

O que demasia na gente é a força feia do sofrimento, própria, não é a qualidade do sofrente.

Do que de uma feita, por me valer, eu entendi o casco de uma coisa. Que, quando eu estava assim, cada de-manhã, com raiva de uma pessoa, bastava eu mudar querendo pensar em outra, para passar a ter raiva dessa outra, também, igualzinho, soflagrante.

Acting gave me the opportunity to do outrageous things. It allowed me to be sad, happy, angry and lustful, even if it was just vicariously.

I was a very good girl for a long time, that's what really drew me to acting. The stage was the perfect place to be outrageous, to be sad, to be angry, to be all these different things.

Maybe that afternoon was the closest I ever felt to Bob: his eyes were as old as God, and he was fragile as a winter leaf.

Her grandson Robert Seton bears out her stark intention, 'She occasionally had her fits of melancholy and one in particular, when about eighteen she so far forgot herself at a time of unusual despondency as to entertain the wicked purpose of self-destruction.

The problem with the heart is how it can have so many opposite feelings coursing through it all at the same time. It's really an inconsistent thing- appreciating something one minute and hating it the next.

Some things go too deep for words.

The sad heart needs work to do.

Divorce casts so many shadows.

You got to laugh Tree, if you don't you'll cry.

i hate leaving places i love i was never at one place long. am i selfish?

I held it over my heart. Mrs. Worth smiled. "That's where a book should be carried.

now i believe that the way to anyone's heart is through their stomach, and, my boy, i'm here to tell you, we ware in the heart business. we're going to reach deep past the menu and into the emotional power of food because a person comes back to a restaurant again and again for one reason only - to fee their soul.

Why do you think, A.J.," they say in unison, "that you find these boys so attractive?" I didn't say that this fiery chemical explosion leaps from somewhere inside me. Parents don't want to hear these things. I shrugged and said nothing. "Maybe you should try sitting on the intensity," Mom suggests, "just until your feelings catch up with reality." "We could chain you to the water heater," Dad offers, "until these little moments pass." You see what I'm up against.

If you stick that anger behind you, one day you're going to turn around and find it's gone.

She studied my face. I rubbed my eyes. "I'm fine," I assured her. That was five months ago. I wasn't fine then and I'm not fine now. (Thwonk)

In life you have to laugh or you'll cry

It's a pretty day, huh?" Meesha glared at me.