Quotes About Emotions

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be. -Dolly

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

They've got no idea what happiness is, they don't know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us--there is no life.

It's hard to love a woman and do anything.

Every heart has its own skeletons.

Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken.

And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

Why are you so sad? - Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.

the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't.

There are as many kinds of love, as there are hearts

And where love ends, hate begins

Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And it's all so unimportant!

I am not strange but I feel queer. I am like that sometimes. I feel like crying all the time. It is very silly but it will pass.

They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

It will pass, it will all pass, we're going to be so happy! If our love could grow any stronger it would grow stronger because there is something horrifying in it,

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.

What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost and forgotten. The wound was healing from inside.

I wanted to run after him, but remembered that it is ridiculous to run after one's wife's lover in one's socks; and I did not wish to be ridiculous but terrible.

I said briskly, trying not to shriek and climb the walls like a girly-girl.

Davis leaned over his former mother-in-law, put

Why do we begin to forget, then sometimes remember with such clarity people we've lost?