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Quotes About Emotions

Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
~ Cormac McCarthy
The whole affair calls up images you'd rather not entertain. Her great hummocky fundament wobbling away down the street like a sack of cats headed for the river.
~ Cormac McCarthy
At what age in a child's life does rage become sorrow? I dont know. I dont think Piaget addresses the question. Or why. I think I know why. The injustice over which they are so distraught is irremediable. And rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief. At some point they get this.
~ Cormac McCarthy
I'll go slower. Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison. Some part of you which you deeply value lies forever impaled at a crossroads you can no longer find and never forget.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Una negrura como para que dolieran los oídos de escucha
~ Cormac McCarthy
I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy.
~ Cormac McCarthy
There seems to be a ceiling to well-being. My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come.
~ Cormac McCarthy
He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them and therefore to know it one must look there and come to know those hearts and to do this one must live with men and not simply pass among them.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Tutte le cose piene di grazia e bellezza che ci portiamo nel cuore hanno un'origine comune nel dolore.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Why did Jesus weep? said Suttree. Eh? He pointed up at the sign. Why did Jesus weep? Dont know scriptures? Some. He wept over folks workin on Sundays. Suttree smiled.
~ Cormac McCarthy
I was unhappy as a child for reasons that are no longer important.
~ Cormac McCarthy
And rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief
~ Cormac McCarthy
I know that you can make a good case that all of human sorrow is grounded in injustice. Ands sorrow is what is left when rage is expended and found to be impotent.
~ Cormac McCarthy
My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow.
~ Cormac McCarthy
When you hear a sobbing child say it's not fair you are always hearing the truth.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Music is made out of nothing but some fairly simple rules. Yet it's true that no one made them up. The rules. The notes themselves amount to almost nothing. But why some particular arrangement of these notes should have such a profound effect on our emotions is a mystery beyond even the hope of comprehension. Music
~ Cormac McCarthy
Suffering is part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice.
~ Cormac McCarthy
The world is full of people who should have been more willing to weep.
~ Cormac McCarthy
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten (135)
~ Cormac McCarthy
He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly.
~ Cornelia Funke
Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word?
~ Cornelia Funke
In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
~ Cornelia Funke
It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful..
~ Cornelia Funke