Quotes About Emotions

Many of us live that life where we are only happy when there's a good day passing by, instead of being sad when there's one bad day passing leaving us confused.

Money can buy some things to create happiness, but it can never buy happiness.

Those who say that money can't buy you love make it sound as if love can buy you money.

A broke man's lover doesn't feel 'loved' on her Birthday, Christmas, and, on Valentine's Day.

Money can't buy love, but money can reprove one's care, especially when there is little to give in its efforts to help.

Those who say that money can't buy one love make it sound as if love can buy one money.

I loved you...I loved you more than all the money your father threw at me.

Money doesn't buy happiness, but it does pay for therapy.

Money can't buy happiness. Or put my family back together.

The difference between anger and deep remorse - remorse is much fatter. It's a deeper feeling altogether. Anger is too easy an escape for my money.

You have a choice everyday... You can choose every morning whether you will be depressed and miserable, or whether you will be happy.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

We deal with our mind from morning till evening, and it can be our best friend or our worst enemy.

He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.

I wake up some mornings hating me too.

There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: hail to the morning! come down to me, my beautiful unknown.

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.

Nobody who has not been up in the sky on a glorious morning can possibly imagine the way a pilot feels in free heaven.

Arguing with people is like reading your e-mail at 4 in the morning. There is absolutely no good that can come of it. It's just scratching an itch.

I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

There are certain songs that I like to listen to at certain times of the day. For example, first thing in the morning I love listening to "Flamenco Sketches" off of Miles Davis' Kind of Blue.