Quotes About Emotions

Having a baby is different from all the ordinary ways of being hurt. it's worth it all. Other pain isn't worth anything, but that is.

And when he got home he started on Mumma. He hated her then, because in her fatness and untidiness and drabness she reminded him of what he himself was when he was sober.

The trouble with psychology, said Wexford epigrammatically, 'is that it doesn't take human nature into account.

We are original in our happy moments. Sorrow has only one voice, one cry.

When you get old," she had said on the occasion of her brother Tom's dying, "you don't have much emotion. It goes. At about seventy, I'd say. All those things and people you were passionate about, angry or adoring or longing, they all go, and a kind of dull calm takes over. I

personal affront and, in a way, a desecration

therapy, a quick assuagement. But there

To distort our faces with joy, or wail and weep with sorrow, or collapse in agony, or wallow in sentimentality – wasn't an inviolable human trait but something we can lose simply by leading dull and dreary lives. 'A rich emotional life,' she'd written, 'is a privilege reserved only for the daring few'.

Children would struggle desperately to feel love for their parents. Rather than hate a parent, in fact, they'd choose to hate themselves. Love and violence became so intertwined for them that when they grew up and got into relationships, only hysteria could set their hearts at ease.

Children would struggle desperately to feel love for their parents. Rather than hate a parent, in fact, they'd choose to hate themselves.

Los niños luchaban con desesperación por amar a sus padres. De hecho, antes que odiar a un padre, elegían odiarse a sí mismos.

when beautiful women get angry, it scares people. Ugly women get mad and it's just comical, right?

My play over, watching the sun go down, I'd frown and blow on the wound, and then I felt a sense of peace, as if I and the gray evening landscape were confiding in each other. Just the opposite from heroin or melting together in a woman's juices, the pain made me stand out from my surroundings, the pain made me feel as if I were shining. And I thought this shining self could get along well with the lovely orange light of the setting sun.

I hate people who break down crying when you're trying to talk about something important. Men and women both. You can't trust weepy people. They think they're the center of the world, and that their tears can absolve them of anything.

Men today are such a lonely breed

The death of someone close to you, he realized at that moment, was something you came to accept one concrete fact at a time.

The type of loneliness where you need to keep struggling to accept a situation is fundamentally different from the sort you know you'll get through if you just hang in there.

Good poets are those able to gaze into the darkness of their own hearts. A vivid or beautiful poem is not necessarily a good poem. Poetry that doesn't stand side by side with the reader has no real power.

When people lose control of their emotions, they tend to seek absolute satisfaction from the object of their fury. And since absolute satisfaction does not exist in this world, I knew she was going to rave on until she reached a state of exhaustion, and a certain queer sense of fulfillment.

Kusi?o mnie, ?eby zobaczy?, co jest dalej, po drugiej stronie. Zastanawia?em si?, co si? prze?ywa, przechodz?c granic?. Co si? czuje? Co my?li? Musi to by? moment wielkiej emocji, poruszenia, napi?cia. Po tamtej stronie - jak jest? Na pewno - inaczej. Ale co znaczy to - inaczej? Jaki ma wygl?d? Do czego jest podobne? A mo?e jest niepodobne do niczego, co znam, a tym samym niepoj?te, niewyobra?alne.

But with time I came to understand that seeing a rubbery as a humiliation and an affront is an exmotional luxury.

In a word, if happiness has befallen us, its source is not within us, but elsewhere, outside, beyond us and our community, far away, in Others.

I'm sure we've all experienced really malevolent feelings once or twice in our lives, the desire to kill somebody,say.but there's always a braking mechanism somewhere along the line that stop us.

After hanging up the phone Aoyama sank back back on the sofa feeling like a balloon in a warm blue sky.