Quotes About Emotions

Eu nu m? plâng de lume.Nu protestez în numele universului.Nu sunt pesimist.Eu suf?r ÅŸi plâng,dar nu ÅŸtiu dac? ceea ce exist? în general e suferin??,nici nu ÅŸtiu dac? e omeneÅŸte s? suferi.Suf?r,îns? nu ÅŸtiu dac? pe bun? dreptate.Eu nu sunt pesimist,sunt trist.

En mi todos los afectos se muestran en la superficie, pero con sinceridad. Siempre he sido actor, y en serio. Siempre que he amado, he fingido que he amado, y lo finjo para mí mismo.

We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I shall answer that I'm not.

Each of us is several, is many, is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the vast colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways. (Text 396)

I watch myself. I am a witness to myself. My feelings parade past some unrecognizable gaze of mine like things external. Everything about me bores me. Everything, right down to its mysterious roots, has taken on the color of my tedium.

The human soul is a madhouse of the grotesque.

The creation of something complete and whole, be it good or bad – and if it's never entirely good, it's very often not all bad – yes, the creation of something complete seems to stir in me above all a feeling of envy. A completed thing is like a child; although imperfect like everything human, it belongs to us like our own children.

If Fate decrees it should happen, so be it. I feel curious about emotions. About facts, whatever they might be, I feel no curiosity whatsoever.

Should we reason our way out of sadness ? But why, when reasoning requires effort ? And the sad man lacks the necessary energy to make any effort at all.

Sou daquelas almas que as mulheres dizem que amam, e nunca reconhecem quando encontram

To express something is to conserve its virtue and take away its terror.

Drunk on errors, for a few moments I stray away from feeling myself live.

Ele dorme dentro da minha alma E às vezes acorda de noite E brinca com os meus sonhos. Vira uns de pernas para o ar, Põe uns em cima dos outros E bate as palmas sozinho Sorrindo para o meu sono.

Caut s? m? dezbar de ceea ce am înv??at, Caut s? uit felul de a-mi aminti cu care am fost înv??at, S? r?zuiesc cerneala cu care mi-au fost mânjite simÅ£urile, S? scot din l?zi adev?ratele mele emoÅ£ii, S? m? despachetez ÅŸi s? fiu eu.

I fell, with every sunset, against my hopes and certainties.

Nessuno ama un altro, ama soltanto/ ciò che di sé c'è in lui, o che suppone.

All that we truly possess are our own sensations; it is in them, rather than in what they sense, that we must base our life's reality.

É tão difícil descrever o que se sente quando se sente que realmente se existe, e que a alma é uma entidade real, que não sei quais são as palavras humanas com que possa defini-lo.

We secretly hate paradise.

Condillac begins his famous book with the words: "However high we climb and however low we fall we never escape our own feelings.

La grandeza de una bella puesta de sol me entristece con toda su hermosura. Ante ella suelo decir: el que es feliz debe sentirse contento al ver esto.

O meu estoicismo é uma necessidade orgânica. Preciso de me couraçar contra a vida. Como todo o estoicismo não passa de um epicurismo severo, desejo, quanto possível, fazer que a minha desgraça me divirta

Nunca he encarado el suicidio como una solución, porque odio la vida por amor a ella.