Quotes About Emotions

But, especially in love, only counterfeit emotions exist nowadays. We have all been taught to mistrust everybody emotionally, from parents downwards, or upwards. Don't trust anybody with your real emotions: if you've got any: that is the slogan of today. Trust them with your money, even, but never with your feelings. They are bound to trample on them.

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.

That's how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.

You know, he said, with an effort, 'if one person loves, the other does.' …'I hope so, because if it were not, love might be a very terrible thing,' she said. 'Yes, but it is - at least with most people,' he answered.

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

She lost her illusions in the collapse of her sympathies.

He doesn't have feelings, he only has streams of words about feelings.

Every man who is acutely alive is acutely wrestling his own soul.

Why don't we stay in love that way all our lives? Why do we turn into corpses with consciousness?

It was like something lurking in the darkness within him...There is remained in the darkness, the great pain, tearing him at times, and then being silent.

Till gradually he became desperate, lost his understanding, was plunged in a revolt that knew no bounds. Inarticulate, he moved with her at the Marsh in violent, gloomy, wordless passion, almost in hatred of her.

Try to love me a little more, and want me a little less.

How this darkness soaks me through and through

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies-thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

You musn't mind people so much. They're not being disagreeable to you -- it's their way. You always think people are meaning things for you. But they don't.

There were many, many stages in the ebbing of her love for him, but it was always ebbing.

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

I think," said the Major, taking his pipe from his mouth, "that desire is the most wonderful thing in life. Anybody who can really feel it, is a king, and I envy nobody else!" He put back his pipe.

The physical sense of injustice is a dangerous feeling, once it is awakened. It must have outlet, or it eats away the one in whom it is aroused.

Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him. He would have suffered much physical pain rather than this unreasonable suffering at being exposed to strangers

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned interchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

Of course he had been loving Gerald all along, and all along denying it.