Quotes About Emotions

Once the fire was out and the sodden, burned tree lay smoldering on the floor, we all just stood there. No one tried to wring Dad's neck or yell at him or even point out that he'd ruined the Christmas his family had spent weeks planning—the Christmas that was supposed to be the best we'd ever had. When Dad went crazy, we all had our own ways of shutting down and closing off, and that was what we did that night.

Qué absurdos se vuelven nuestros odios cuando sólo podemos reconocerlos en las circunstancias más obvias.

J'étais bien. Je regardais les miens. Je pouvais sentir battre leur cÅ"ur et respirer leur souffle. Auprès d'eux je me sentais en paix. J'avais le sentiment qu'ils protégeaient ma vie, tous les trois à leur façon. Je voulais qu'ils sachent à quel point je les aimais.

Il était infiniment facile d'aimer une femme pareille, de partager ses réveils, de se coucher près d'elle et de ressentir que ce seul moment magique signait la fin de l'Âge sombre.

Much more likely you'll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea

A man rarely feels like laughing alone.

Still, somewhere in the depths of ourselves we all harbor an ashamed, unsatisfied melancholy that quietly awaits a funeral.

Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

When a man gets drunk he gets sentimental. That's what I wanted to avoid.

Her smiles, her mimicries, all the words she uttered were addressed to herself through him.

I am free,' he said suddenly. And his joy changed, on the spot, to a crushing sense of anguish.

BaÅŸlang?ç olmad??? gibi, son da yoktur. Bir kad?n, bir dost, bir kent bir kerede terk edilemez. Hepsi birbirine benzer zaten.

one cannot hate a man more than one can love him." The

I'm not obstinate, I'm highly strung: I don't know how to let myself go. I must always think of what is happening to me - it's a form of self-protection.

I get up. I move through this pale light; I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me.

When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

how nice it is to know you are so profoundly happy, it's had me beaming all day.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company." – Jean-Paul Sartre

My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

could we not conceive of a philosophy of existence linked, not solely to experiences of separation, forlornness, and profound melancholy, but also to feelings of hope and confidence?

I don't think that there's much hiding that actors can do. If you're doing good work, you're showing a part of yourself to someone.