Quotes About Emotions

the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.

The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible.  There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. 

Ones own soul, and the passions of one's friends—those were the fascinating things in life.

No Artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on... The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

I can sympathize with everything except suffering. I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing.

A mother's love is very touching, of course, but it is often curiously selfish. I mean, there is a good deal of selfishness in it.

What does money matter? Love is more than money.

Yaln?zca s?? kiÅŸiler bir duygudan kurtulmak için y?llar?n geçmesini beklerler. Kendinin efendisi olan bir insan, nas?l kolayca bir zevk icat edebilirse, ac?s?n? da ayn? kolayl?kla sona erdirebilir.

Kiedy jeste?my szcz??liwi, zawsze jeste?my dobrzy, ale kiedy jeste?my dobrzy, nie zawsze jeste?my szcz??liwi.

I am glad you don't think I am heartless. I am nothing of the kind. I know I am not. And yet I must admit that this thing that has happened does not affect me as it should. It seems to me to be simply like a wonderful ending to a wonderful play. It has all the terrible beauty of a Greek tragedy, a tragedy in which I took a great part, but by which I have not been wounded.

You don't understand what friendship is, Harry, he murmured—or what enmity is, for that matter. You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.

Las emociones de las personas que se ha dejado de amar siempre tienen algo de ridículo.

Kinder lieben ihre Eltern zuerst. Nach einer Weile beurteilen sie sie. Selten, wenn je, verzeihen sie ihnen.

and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.

Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.

El dolor es una herida que sangra en cuanto la roza cualquier mano que no sea la del amor, y que sangra, aunque ya sin sufrir cuando esta la toca.

The is nothing that art cannot express

I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Ningún artista es morboso. El artista está capacitado para expresarlo todo.

I am quite content with philosophic contemplation. But, as the nineteenth century has gone bankrupt through an over-expenditure of sympathy, I would suggest that we should appeal to science to put us straight. The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.

I asked her whether, like Marguerite de Navarre, she had their hearts embalmed and hung at her girdle. She told me she didn't, because none of them had had any hearts at all.