Quotes About Emotions

There is nobody that can make you happy, you must take care of this matter yourself.

Creo que usted se ha sentido frustrado toda su vida-contesto Bruner en tono sereno-, tal vez por culpa de un hombre que no sabía demostrar su amor.

Is there for the lover any greater cruelty than the faithlessness of his beloved?" "Oh," she countered, "so long as we love we are faithful, but you want faithfulness without love from the woman and giving of herself without pleasure Ã¢â'¬â€œ so who is the cruel one Ã¢â'¬â€œ the man or the woman?

So I shall be honest Ã¢â'¬â€œ I don't think that I can love a man for longer than…" She mused as she leant her head charmingly to the side and considered. "One year?" I suggested. "What are you thinking of? Ã¢â'¬â€œ perhaps one month" "Even for me?" "No, for you… perhaps two." "Two months!" I gasped. "Two months is quite long

Watch out that you do not become a martyr to love, or even a martyr to a woman

And you are the first woman I've ever loved,' he continued calmly. 'I love you so much that it makes me suffer, but I'm not suffering because I can't possess you. I'm suffering because it's impossible for me to love you. It tears my heart apart that such a magnificent nature has resulted in such an ugly character.'   

The pupils of her eyes widened, her nostrils trembled, and when she pressed up against him tenderly and began kissing him, she bared her teeth, a graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty.

I love no-one. I did love you, so deeply and passionately Ã¢â'¬â€œ as deep as I could love anyone, but now I do not even love you. My heart is empty and dead, and that saddens

Before you, that another will possess me after you and would you enjoy it the less if another was happy at the same time as you?

Does it diminish your joy that I have belonged to another

Am I mad or is she? Does all this arise out of an inventive, wanton woman's brain with the intention of surpassing my supersensual fantasies, or is this woman really one of those Neronian characters who take a diabolical pleasure in treading underfoot, like a worm, human beings, who have thoughts and feelings and a will like theirs?

No book or expert can protect us from the range of painful emotions that make us human.

There comes a time when you have to drop your burdens in order to fight for yourself and your dreams. Many of us carry baggage from the past that hinders our ability to fight for the things we want in life, our goals, our dreams. If you learn in this book to let go of those burdensome emotions and memories, then one of my chief objectives will be realized; you will be able to pursue and live your dreams.

Angry people may appear strong, willful, or certain, but be assured that beneath the veneer are fear and loneliness and insecurity and pain. Especially, there is pain.

You cannot afford to be overcome by chronic anger simply because the person in front of you chooses inappropriateness.

Storing up pain, nurturing your hurt, plotting revenge - all these punish you more than they do the backstabbers.

The lady said the Langston who wrote these words is a poet. Seems more like a magician to me, pulling words from my heart I never knew I had" -Langston

You know that feeling. When you like a boy but then he starts to like you and you stop liking him.

If you think about all the things you've done in your life and the real, honest-to-God truth as to why you did them, chances are you'll feel kinda sad too.

Waiting anxiously for you, Unable to sleep, but falling into a doze— Are those words of love Floating to my pillow, Or is this too a dream . . . ? My eyes open and here is my tear-drenched sleeve. Perhaps it was a sudden rain.

Khadija loved him for himself, not for who he would become, and he would never forget her in those later years, turning pale with grief at the sound of any voice that reminded

The glow of delicioous tension coudn't be faked, not at any price. So when you leave, that's when you realise you've been living in a lie.

Then, wham! My first grandchild was born... I was jolted, blindsided by a wallop of loving more intense than anything I could remember or had ever imagined.

I was trying to understand my grandmother feelings. Why, when I looked at and held the baby, I felt I was floating, that I was on a high.... I keep wanting to burst into song! So I wasn't crazy, & I wasn't alone. When a grandmother holds the baby, her brain, like a new mother's, can also be drenched in the bonding hormone oxytocin. Aha! There it was. We grandmas literally, actually fall in love.