Quotes About Emotions

Love is like quick-silver in the hand, Sylvie. Leave the fingers open and it stays in the palm; clutch it, and it darts away.

ANECDOTE So silent I when love was by He yawned, and turned away; But sorrow clings to my apron-strings, I have so much to say.

Es una lástima que el brillo de los ojos de una persona solo sea el brillo de los ojos de una persona, y que uno no pueda descifrar con una sola mirada qué lo produce.

el orgullo se siente herido más por lo que imagina que por la realidad.

Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered. If I bowled it down the street

Si nadie hubiera aprendido a leer, muy pocos se habrían enamorado Si nadie hubiera aprendido a desnudarse, muy pocas personas estarían enamoradas

They don't like you to tell them they've made you cry. They don't like you to tell them you're unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you're possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games.

She went to bed thinking more about another person than about herself. This goes to prove that even minor poetry may have its practical uses.

Perhaps being an actress means that in a situation like this people will constantly be questioning whether the emotions you display are genuine.

Look, you know the anger is unconstructive, don't you? So you have to defuse it. And you do this either by trying to understand your own reaction, just why you are getting so annoyed, or by asking yourself why it is he finds it necessary to behave so provocatively.

She would have lacked that inner warmth which somehow survives despite the relentless drudgery and constant proximity to human suffering. Her patients to her would have been flesh, bones, blood, not people.

Lasting happiness cannot be found in pursuit of any goal or achievement. It does not reside in fortune or fame. It resides only in the human mind and heart, and it is here that we hope you will find it.

When we take the perspective of others, we can empathize with them.

He has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts.

For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and satisfied, drove on into the night.

It's part of the shape of the Universe. I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me.

Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious. Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. "Why's this fish so bloody good?" he demanded, angrily.

I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time.

The man was awake but not glad to be.

He felt a tug of sadness that someone who had seemed so shiningly alive within the small confines of a university community should have seemed to fade so much in the light of common day.

I think it's even worse when you're in a situation where the object of your desire is being nice to you and liking you, but that's not enough, they've got to hate you or love you; anything in between is really upsetting and Arthur finds that very, very difficult. And

It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion about them. On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever. When

Das Leben, sagte Marvin schwermütig, hasse oder ignoriere es, lieben kannst du's nicht.

Parts of the inside of her head screamed at other parts of the inside of her head.