Quotes About Emotions

How can something be so wonderful and yet so disappointing at the same time?

The philosopher Epictetus said more than two thousand years ago, "Man is not troubled by events but rather how he interprets them.

To counter and prevent primal pressure thinking, you need to underexaggerate or generate thoughts that minimize the significance of the pressure moment.

It is not the event that causes our reactions but rather how we interpret the event, which makes us either confident or anxious.

What differentiates us from animals is the fact that we can listen to other people's dreams, fears, joys, sorrows, desires and defeats - and they in turn can listen to ours.

Many people say I smile more in Africa than in Sweden.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

Déjà, le mois de septembre, lendemain d'août et veille d'octobre et qui est par sa situation le plus émouvant des mois parsème les beaux jours de quelques fins avertissements. Déjà, on comprend ces feuilles mortes qui courent sur les pierres plates comme une bande de moineaux.

He fell back. He had cried out so loud that even if there had been no breach in the wall, I should have heard him in my room. He voiced his whole dream, he threw it out passionately. This sincerity, which was indifferent to everything, had a definite significance which bruised my heart. "Forgive me. Forgive me. It is almost a blasphemy. I could not help it." He stopped. You felt his will-power making his face calm, his soul compelling him to silence, but his eyes seem to mourn.

Nous serons reconnus par les grandes douleurs.

It is an important experience to be in the presence of a thinking creature who is crying. A weak, broken creature who is crying creates the same impression as an omnipotent god whom one implores; for in its weakness and defeat it rises above the human condition.

To cease to love is worse than to hate, for say what you will, death is worse than suffering. I am crying because one is alone.

We catch only glimpses of life. Death is the one thing we really have time to see. A day is coming when I shall be no more. I am crying because I shall surely die.

But time did not stand still, and now we scarcely love each other." I am thinking,' you said, 'that this moment will never come again. I am thinking that you are going to change, to die, and go away. I am thinking so truly, so hotly, how precious these moments are, how precious you are, you who will never again be just what you are now, This is the wound--time, which passes and changes us. To grow old, to think differently, to die.

No aprehendemos de nuestros sentimientos más que su aspecto impersonal, aquel que el lenguaje ha podido clasificar de una vez por todas porque. más o menos, en las mismas condiciones es el mismo para todos los hombres. Así, hasta en nuestro propio individuo la individualidad se nos escapa.

In a society composed of pure intelligences there would probably be no more tears, though perhaps there would still be laughter; whereas highly emotional souls, in tune and unison with life, in whom every event would be sentimentally prolonged and re-echoed, would neither know nor understand laughter. Try

In a society composed of pure intelligences there would probably be no more tears, though perhaps there would still be laughter; whereas highly emotional souls, in tune and unison with life, in whom every event would be sentimentally prolonged and re-echoed, would neither know nor understand laughter.

Talvez não mais se chorasse numa sociedade em que só houvesse puras inteligências, mas provavelmente se risse; por outro lado, almas invariavelmente sensíveis, afinadas em uníssono com a vida, numa sociedade onde tudo se estendesse em ressonância afetiva, nem conheceriam nem compreenderiam o riso.

Proximity to this death makes me nostalgic for the French language.

I feel like a jug in which wine is poured until it overflows.

My soft voice and demeanor were useless. In a pint jar, I carried a cremated friend, like flesh scraped from a cistern.

Most affections are habits or duties we lack the courage to end.

Man becomes man only by his intelligence, but he is man only by his heart.

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.