Quotes About Emotions

How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it, the closeness of it, had produced in them love s illusion. And yet--on the other hand--what was love if it wasn't this instinct she felt...

He didn't like very many people any more, or very many things either. He preferred not to be this way, but there it was, he was like that. His cynicism, a veteran's cynicism, was a thing that disturbed him all the time.

To die, he thought, was to escape passion's grasp, but that was the last thing he wanted. Instead he wished to be seized by passion and pinioned, held in its palm forever—he could not imagine any other existence as embracing any real happiness.

one understands nothing psychological unless one has experienced it oneself.

He was "more passionate than most intelligent men, and more intelligent and reasoned than most passionate men.

If she was making the right and courageous decisions, he thought, she was nonetheless unhappy and somewhat resentful about doing it

Why do you say that?" "Because you don't hide your feelings very well. You never have." "Maybe that's because I don't try.

Smiles are the language of love.

Some people carry their heart in their head and some carry their head in their heart. The trick is to keep them apart yet working together.

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.

Humour was often attached to cruelty, it seemed, and cruelty troubled Pino Fratelli.

Numbness and cynicism, I suspect, are more often the products of frustrated compassion than of evil intentions.

All the annoying stuff people spout about your loved ones being in a better place, or not being in pain is just words they say to make themselves feel better.

There is a very remarkable inclination in human nature to bestow on external objects the same emotions which it observes in itself, and to find every where those ideas which are most present to it.

Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.

Any pride or haughtiness, is displeasing to us, merely because it shocks our own pride, and leads us by sympathy into comparison, which causes the disagreeable passion of humility.

The feelings of our heart, the agitation of our passions, the vehemence of our affections, dissipate all its conclusions, and reduce the profound philosopher to a mere plebeian

A propensity to hope and joy is real riches: One to fear and sorrow, real poverty.

The heart of man is made to reconcile the most glaring contradictions.

Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions.

When men are most sure and arrogant they are commonly most mistaken, giving views to passion without that proper deliberation which alone can secure them from the grossest absurdities.

Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them.

self: "This is how I felt." Before long, this leads to incredibly convoluted psychoanalysis in a futile effort to justify the most banal, superficial