Quotes About Emotions

It is true that love soars higher than the other passions; but it can stoop lower as well.

Daha az duygusal olan kad?nlar?n fark?na bile varmayaca?? birçok önemsiz ayr?nt? onun duyarl? ruhu için ?st?rap kayna?? oluyordu. Hani mutsuz olmak için doÄŸmuÅŸ insanlar vard?r ya; iÅŸte o zavall? onlardan biriydi.

Bana uyku ilac?m? verip gittin. Seni görünce bir an cesaretimi kaybeder gibi oldum. Kendi kendime Bana sevgiyle bakarsa ona ne yapm?? olduÄŸumu söyleyeceÄŸim ve b?rakaca??m beni kurtars?n. Ama sen yüzüme bile bakmad?n, yaln?zca ilaca bak?yordun. Ben de hiçbir ÅŸey söylemeden gitmene izin verdim.

People in high life have all the luxuries to themselves—among others, the luxury of indulging their feelings. People in low life have no such privilege.

Men look to love and life for everything; they receive a little less than that; they imagine that they have received nothing: these are the three stages of the pessimist.

The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.

emotions as a rule are in excess, and detain the mind in the contemplation of one object so that it cannot think of others."93 But "desire that arises from pleasure or pain which has reference to one or certain parts of the body has no advantage to man as a whole."94 To be ourselves we must complete ourselves.

Apparently beauty is born in suffering, and wisdom is the child of grief.

And then, again, the more distinctly a man knows—the more intelligent he is—the more pain he has; the man who is gifted with genius suffers most of all.

To hate is to acknowledge our inferiority and our fear; we do not hate a foe whom we are confident we can overcome.

We may define human nature as the fundamental tendencies and feelings of mankind.

It would be better to abandon our overrapid development of the intellect, and to aim rather at training the heart and the affections

Law is necessary because men are subject to passions; if all men were reasonable, law would be superfluous.

The fickle disposition of the multitude almost reduces those who have experience of it to despair; for it is governed solely by emotions, and not by reason.

I do not wish to belittle reason, but it should be the servant of love, not of pride.

45 But above all, the function of art is catharsis, purification: emotions accumulated in us under the pressure of social restraints, and liable to sudden issue in unsocial and destructive action, are touched off and sluiced away in the harmless form of theatrical excitement; so tragedy, "through pity and fear, effects the proper purgation of these emotions.

If I were dying when I should've, say in the late sixties, when I thought my head would explode with howling misery, when every time their father opened his fat mouth I thought I'd have to kill him, then – then I would've written the girls affectionate letters, telling them of my sadness, and how much I loved them, and how sorry I was to be leaving them. Too late. They're here, they're grown-up, they're crap, and so we'll bicker towards oblivion.

Haven't we all done this? Hardened a particular position, not as a response to superior information, but because of anger?

You hurt people. Killed people. But the saddest thing is --- you didn't do it because you didn't care. You did it because you cared too much. - Ben Kincaid

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine A clothing for the soul to bind.

Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief. - On Anothers Sorrow

Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh. - LOVE'S SECRET