Quotes About Emotions

I know: yes, no, even I must tear off The delicate daisy petals. Everyone on earth is destined to feel The torments of love.

That is why we love this city – Dark and stern, and full of water, And we love our separations, And brief moments when we meet.

But at this moment he surely knows sorrow No less than the wise and the old. It seems that his eyes have begun to grow narrow, And their brilliant light is now cold.

Love conquers, deceitful and slow, With a soft amateurish refrain. So strange to think – not long ago You weren't dejected and gray.

The earthly glory is like smoke, I wanted much more than this. In all my lovers I evoked The feelings of joy and bliss. One is still in love somewhere With a friend from long ago, The other stands in the city square,- A statue of bronze in the snow.

Forgive me that I ignored the sun And that I lived in sorrow.

In vain you whisper sweet lies About falling under love's spell, Your stubborn and hungry eyes, - I'm afraid, I know them too well!

Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst were all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you.

Did not scold me, did not praise me, Like friends and like enemies. Only left his soul to me And then said, "Now keep in peace." And one thing worries me so: If this moment he will die, God's archangel will come to me For his soul from the sky. How then will I hide her so, How to hide it from God's eyes? She, the soul, that cries and sings so Must be in His paradise.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to understand what we do not love.

Being loved back by the person he loved to the point where he couldn't cope anymore with the vulnerable reciprocity of giving and receiving, he ended the relationship to get it over with before he lost it

So shiny was bad and 'too sad' was bad, and 'too joyous' was bad, which meant you had to go around not being anything; also nit thinking, least not at the top level, which was why everybody kept their private thoughts safe and sound in those recesses underneath.

I used to puzzle over the extent of this anger, of all of ma's blaming and haranguing and complaining. It was only much later that I came to realise that this was a case of her not forgiving him for many things – maybe for all things – and not just for not cheering up.

It's not about being happy,' he said, which was, and still is, the saddest remark I've ever heard.

He'd homed in on that flag issue, the flags-and-emblems issue, instinctive and emotional because flags were invented to be instinctive and emotional – often pathologically, narcissistically emotional – and he meant that flag of the country from 'over the water' which was also the same flag of the community from 'over the road'. It was not a flag greatly welcomed in our community. Not a flag at all welcomed in our community

Certainly I knew the feeling of shame and I knew everybody around me knew that feeling as well. In no way was it a weak feeling, for it seemed more potent than anger, more potent than hatred, stronger even than that most disguised of emotions, fear.

Good God, simply tell the girl how you feel," Silverton advised, clearly exasperated. "You cannot spend your life brooding about her behind marble pillars and potted plants. It's undignified." Nigel

The mattress shifted as he turned to look at her. Perhaps the darkness would hide her weeping. A futile hope. She'd long ago noted the acuteness of his senses. "Oh, my dear." Unerringly, he reached out and captured a tear in his fingers. Another tear, another. She closed her eyes and struggled for composure. "Crying won't help," she said huskily. "Sometimes it's all we can do." His voice caressed her like black silk.

I thought you were in love with another man." The words felt like a blow to a bruise, but they had to be said. Instead of taking offense, she stopped at the end of the table and regarded him with an enigmatic expression. Which was odd. He'd spent years observing Serena. He thought he knew her as well as he knew himself. Tonight proved him wrong.

He should laugh, tease, treat her lightly, keep her guessing. But instead his words rang with unstrategic truth. "I remember everything you've ever said to me.

Love, it seemed, made beasts of men. How wise he'd been to avoid it all these years.

humanity, gunpowder, and blood. And felt

Friendship is a wildly underrated medication.