Quotes About Emotions

Why Anxiety Hurts, and How You Can Fix It

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. —RAINER MARIA RILKE

Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.

Money will say more in one moment than the most eloquent lover can in years.

Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself alone at night, and it is not quick as poetry but rather a gathering web of insinuations which go further than names however shared can go. Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers with no direct appeal to what both may have known. It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of the stone ...

I caught him, yes, I held him—it may be imagined with what passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped.

Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.

And remember this, that if you've been hated, you've also been loved.

Patience, earnestness, tenderness, sympathy--these are sometimes the gifts which are sent by the messenger Sorrow.

We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well, But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, but we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear, Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well, But we break our herts! For the things we must not tell.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

The only cure for contempt is countercontempt.

The typical American of today has lost all the love of liberty, that his forefathers had, and all their disgust of emotion, and pride in self- reliance. He is led no longer by Davy Crocketts he is led by cheer leaders, press agents, word mongers, uplifters.

Anxiety might be contagious, but confidence is also contagious

We lauhed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would controt with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

You might expect that seeing so much pain and suffering might help you keep your own difficulties in perspective but, alas, it does not.

We laughed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would contort with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

Love, I reminded my trainees, can be very selfish.

La neurociencia nos dice que es altamente improbable que tengamos alma, pues cuanto pensamos y sentimos no es ni más ni menos que el parloteo electroquímico de nuestras neuronas. Nuestro sentido de la identidad, nuestros sentimientos y pensamientos, el amor que mostramos a los demás, nuestras esperanzas y ambiciones, nuestros odios y temores, todo eso muere cuando el cerebro muere.

the French surgeon René Leriche observed, we all carry cemeteries within ourselves.

We lauhed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would contort with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

No estábamos angustiados, pues los tres sabíamos que iba a morir, pero supongo que lo que sentíamos era sencillamente un amor intenso, un amor sin segundas intenciones, sin la vanidad y el interés de los que tan a menudo es expresión ese sentimiento.

The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.