Quotes About Emotions

She had navigated her parents' hostile waters with a child's discretion, learning to keep from one the confessions of the other. Learning to hide love.

My passion for her showed me the difference between inventing a lover and falling in love. The one is about you, the other about someone else

There is a spontaneous round of applause in the hall... Victor looks unhappy. He wouldn't call it unhappy, he would call it misunderstood. He waits... Then he does one of the things he does so well -- heads out of the sciences and into the arts: To name things wrongly is to add to the misfortune of the world.

I am not a machine, there is only so much and no more that I can absorb of the misery of my kind, when my tears are exhausted a dullness takes place, and out of that dullness a terrible callousness, so that I look on suffering and feel it not.

Los niños adoptados nos autoinventamos porque no tenemos otra salida; hay una ausencia, un vacío, un signo de interrogación justo al principio de nuestras vidas. Una parte crucial se ha ido, y de forma violenta, como una bomba en el útero materno.

Engem nem a tények érdekelnek, Domino, hanem az, hogy hogyan érzek. Az, ahogy akkor érezni fogok, más lesz; arra akarok emlékezni, ahogy most érzek.

When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love - its quality - to be unreliable. Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning the love you get is the love that sets.

This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher.

He loves books,' said Perdita. 'Yeah. He does. When you've finished a book you can put it away and it doesn't ask to see you again.

Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that betrays us, makes us weep, makes us bury our friends when we should be marching ahead. It's the heart that sickens us at night and makes us hate who we are. It's the heart that sings old songs and brings memories of warm days and makes us waver at another mile, another smouldering village.

The psyche is much smarter than consciousness allows. We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.

The arts aren't a leisure industry - the arts have always been an imaginative and emotional wrestle with reality -a series of inventions and creations. A capacity to think differently, a willingness to change our understanding of ourselves. To help us be wiser, more reflective, less frightened people.

Someone you loved and what happened. That's all there is when you dig in your pockets.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you. This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher.

That's why he hates him so much. He disappointed him. Passion does not take disappointment well. What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?

This voyage of ours is lonely--the more so if we find a companion, only to suffer the bitterest loss. In truth we are alone.

If the demons lie within they travel with you.

I took them into the garden and burned them one by one and I thought how easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.

I felt miserable. When Keats felt miserable he always put on a clean shirt. But he was a poet.

For a few moments we sat silent, then: 'So just you take care, what you think is the heart might well be another organ.

Yeah, there's plenty of people like me who don't live in their brains, because there's not much going on up there. If I was just my brain I'd be really miserable.

When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love – its quality – to be unreliable.

It has taken me a long time to learn how to love - both the giving and the receiving.

The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.