Quotes About Emotions

Strong feelings do not necessarily make a strong character. The strength of a man is to be measured by the power of the feelings he subdues not by the power of those which subdue him.

What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.

Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.

If I ever let you down, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I don't love myself.

Happiness, or misery, is in the mind. It is the mind that lives.

'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'dWith melting airs or martial, brisk, or grave:Some chord in unison with what we hearIs touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

Grief is itself a medicine.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

I cannot account for this numbness of feeling that weighs me down and makes me helpless," he wrote sadly to Edward. "I think without a relief from all work, without a long and perfect holiday, I will never rise.

People are born and married, and live and die, in the midst of an uproar so frantic that you would think they would go mad of it.

She felt him more than life to her and knew him lost, and the frenzy, that makes a woman kill the man she loves, or fling vitriol to destroy the beauty she cannot have for all hers, possessed her lawless soul.

Most people', I say 'couldn't tell you if they're happy. They're simply baffled by the question. They might, if pressed, describe happiness as the absence of pain or any particular anxiety. They might cite small moments of exhilaration...but they'd admit that even these moments are shadowed by a cloud of apprehension'.

The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

You don't love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.

That they may have a little peace, even the best dogs are compelled to snarl occasionally.