Quotes About Emotions

Nicole's world had fallen to pieces, but it was only a flimsy and scarcely created world; beneath it her emotions and instincts fought on.

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

They're such beautiful shirts,' she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. 'It makes me sad because I've never seen such - such beautiful shirts before.

If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.' 'But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to argue.

I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don't know.

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.

We ruined ourselves-I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other.

They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.

The natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.

People fall in and out of love all the time. I wonder how they manage it.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy — why I had become identified with the objects of my horror or compassion.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires---- You are not! She brought one little fist down onto the other. You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—

He cared only about people; he was scarcely conscious of places except for their weather, until they had been invested with color by tangible events.

When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love.

Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say.

At this point Jordan and I tried to go, but Tom and Gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain - as though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions.

I'm more beautiful than anybody else," she said brokenly, "why can't I be happy?

No, interrupted Marcia emphatically. And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me. Horace stopped quickly in front of her. Why do you want me to kiss you? he asked intently. Do you just go round kissing people? Why, yes, admitted Marcia, unruffled. 'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me and I felt a little dizzy for a while.