Quotes About Emotions

One should never underestimate the murderous rage of children.

Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart.

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.

Love lyrics have contributed to the general aura of bad mental health in America.

Frank and Joe were taken aback. But they were even more nonplused when their caller suddenly burst into tears!

for there is no cure for love save love itself. That is the verdict of all the wise doctors who have ever practiced since the earliest times.

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

Love is a drama of contradictions.

He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last weak breath.

I am always trying to convey something that can't be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.

It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet i have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.

Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.

It seems to be a fact that man, tortured by his demons, avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.

Like a dog! he said, it was as if the shame of it should outlive him.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning—both throw up their arms.

But when I want to draw close to someone, and fully commit myself, then my misery is assured. Then I am nothing, and what can I do with nothingness? I must admit that your letter this morning (by the afternoon it had changed) arrived at just the right moment; I was in need of those very words.

There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the degree of my suffering is far less than the suffering that is perhaps my due.

The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.

I can't sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can't help but overhear, my dear.

This afternoon the pain occasioned by my loneliness came upon me so piercingly and intensely that I became aware that the strength which I gain through this writing thus spends itself, a strength which I certainly have not intended for this purpose.

One of the first signs of the beginnings of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate.

When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours?

He looked sadly down at the street, as though it were his own bottomless sadness.