Quotes About Emotions

Fernando Pessoa

Se me ocurre que pensar, sentir, querer, también pueden ser estancamientos ante un pensar más íntimo, un sentir más mío, una voluntad perdida en alguna parte del laberinto de lo que realmente soy.

Vendo passar amantes Nem propriamente inveja ou ódio sinto, Mas um rancor e uma aversão imensa Ao universo inteiro, por cobri-los.

Eres la única forma que no produce hastío porque eres tornadiza con nuestro sentimiento, porque, como besas nuestra alegría, entretienes nuestro dolor y nuestro tedio y eres el opio que conforta y el sueño que nos hace descansar, y la muerte que cruza y junta las manos.

E eu tenho do alto orgulho a timidez E sinto horror a abrir o ser a alguém, A confiar n'alguém. Horror eu sinto A que prescrute alguém, ou levemente Ou não, quaisquer recantos do meu ser.

In general, men weep little and, when they do complain, they make literature out of it.

In another age we mastered the physical ocean, thereby creating universal civilization; now we will master the psychological ocean, emotion, mother human nature, thereby creating intellectual civilization.

I open the window. Everything outside is so gentle, yet it pierces me with an indefinable pain, a vague feeling of discontent.

What would become of the world if we were human? If man really felt, there would be no civilization. Art is a refuge for the sensibility that action was obliged to forget.

Every man of action is basically cheerful and optimistic, because those who don't feel are happy.

A vida, para a maioria dos homens, é uma maçada passada sem se dar por isso, uma coisa triste composta de intervalos alegres, (...) Achei sempre fútil considerar a vida como um vale de lágrimas: é um vale de lágrimas, sim, mas onde raras vezes se chora. Disse Heine que, depois das grandes tragédias, acabamos sempre por nos assoar.

Ah, my dead childhood! A corpse ever alive in my breast!

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It's exceedingly important that we not love).

Yet my sadness is a comfort For it is natural and right And is what should fill the soul Whenever it thinks it exists

Let's not forget to hate those who enjoy, just because they enjoy, and to despise those who are happy, because we didn't know how to be happy like them.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept – our own selves – that we love. This is true in the whole gamut of love. In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure via our own idea. The masturbator may be abject, but in point of fact he's the perfect logical expression of the lover. He's the only one who doesn't feign and doesn't fool himself.

A glória de um poente belo, com a sua beleza entristece-me . Ante ele eu digo sempre: como quem é feliz se deve sentir contente ao ver isto!

Lacking the ability to love, we grow weary, even before they are spoken, of the words we would have to say in order to be loved.

Those who truly suffer don't form a group or go around as a mob. Those who suffer, suffer alone.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd: the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world's existence.

I find it so irritating, the happiness of all those men unaware of their unhappiness.

Dicen los ocultistas, o algunos de ellos, que hay momentos supremos del alma en que ésta recuerda, con la emoción o con parte de la memoria, un momento, o un aspecto, o una sombra de una encarnación anterior. Y entonces, como regresa a un tiempo que está más cerca que su presente del origen y del comienzo de las cosas, siente, en cierto modo, una infancia y una liberación.

Let grammar rule the man who doesn't know how to think what he feels. Let it serve those who are in command when they express themselves.

Since I cannot live without affection, why was that affection taken from me?