Quotes About Emotions

He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.

They moaned a bit at each other, as one does

When he was younger it seemed like the only time he wasn't afraid was when he was angry.

His mind was an icy pond constantly in danger of thawing. He trod on it only lightly-its surface was perilously slick and who knew how thin. To break through would mean immersion in what was below: cold, dark anaerobic water and angry, toothy fish. The fish were memories. He wanted to put them away somewhere and forget where he'd put them, but he couldn't.

You. Killed. A. Hermit. You. Weird. Sweaty. Bastard!

He only had time to feel all the tenderness he had ever felt for her surge up in one infinitely concentrated instant - and to be surprised that it was all still there, moist and intact beneath the unsightly scorched layer of his anger...

He showed her a wonderful garden, where all the thoughts and feelings that had ever been thought and felt existed in the form of plants, blooming and green as they passed through people's minds and lived in their hearts, and then drying up and turning brown and crisp as they passed out of mind, sometimes to bloom again in another season, sometimes gone forever. It

Sempre a mesma coisa. Ora uma gota de esperança que cintila, depois um mar de desespero que se desencadeia, e sempre a dor, sempre a dor, sempre o desespero, sempre a mesma coisa.

Tutte le famiglie felici si assomigliano fra loro, ogni famiglia infelice è infelice a suo modo.

Ogni volta, in qualunque momento le avessero domandato a cosa pensava, poteva rispondere senza errore: a una cosa sola, alla sua felicità e alla sua infelicità.

Every girl is proud of an offer - Yes, every girl, but not she

It takes just as much energy to be an asshole as it does to be kind.

As a rule the person found out in a betrayal of love holds, all the same, the superior position of the two. It is the betrayed one who is humiliated.

To a woman--I mean, a nice woman--there is no such thing as men. There is a man; and either she is so fond of him that she can talk of nothing else, however unfavourably, or so much in love with him that she never mentions his name.

Whenever humans come together for any reason, music is there: weddings, funerals, graduation from college, men marching off to war, stadium sporting events, a night on the town, prayer, a romantic dinner, mothers rocking their infants to sleep ... music is a part of the fabric of everyday life.

If you pour some music on whatever's wrong, it'll sure help out.

Maybe the greatness we heard in [Richard Manuel]'s voice, that catch in it, came from all that pain. To this day, we don't really know.

Christ, will I ever find someone who is not crying inside?

Courtship is the time for sowing those seeds which will grow up ten years into domestic hatred.

Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment.

The most valuable thing the Psalms do for me is to express the same delight in God which made David dance.

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt one, those who keep silence hurt more. They help to increase the sense of general isolation which makes a sort of fringe to the sorrow itself.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.