Quotes About Emotions

If dad had always been as weak and as friendly as he was now that he was dying. If only he could have been dying for twenty years, Stan might have loved him.

The girl's sense of ridicule was far stronger than her gratitude.

Lumea e o oglinda care ofera inapoi fiecaruia reflectia propriului chip. Daca te incrunti se incrunta si ea inapoi spre tine, daca razi devine si ea o companie vesela si placuta

And for my part I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses – the very easiest to be deadened when wakened: and in some never wakened at all.

When you think that the eyes of your childhood dried at the sight of a piece of gingerbread, and that a plum cake was a compensation for the agony of parting with your mamma and sisters, oh my friend and brother, you need not be too confident of your own fine feelings.

Though my hair has grown grey now, and my sight dim, and my heart cold with years, and ennui, and disappointment, and treachery of friends, and yet I have but to lean back in my arm-chair and think, and those sweet figures comes rising up before me out of the past, with their smiles, and their kindnesses, and their bright tender eyes!

There is a corner in every human heart made to be filled with hatred, fear, and violence. It is our common curse.

One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater.

All of the sudden, he said, I feel different-- not like I ever felt before. Even when Papa died I didn't feel this way. In two days everything is changed. I'm lonely and I don't now what I'm lonely for

No enemy is so annoying as one who was a friend, or still is a friend,and there are many more of these than one would suspect.

I don't think my writing is sentimental, although it is a very sentimental thing to be a human being.

He got up and stalked out of the house, slamming the screen door. My mother explained. He has a gentle heart, she said. It is simply that he is homesick and such a large man.

My uncle Khosrove became very irritated and shouted, It's no harm. What is the loss of a horse? Haven't we all lost the homeland? What is this crying over a horse?

I thought a fellow would never cry when he got to be grown up, but it seems as if that's when a fellow starts, because that's when a fellow starts finding out about things.

Vy ale nejste mrtvá, Lauro. Ale ano, jdem. Lauro! vykÃ…â"¢íkl Tracy. Pro boha živého, Lauro, já vás miluju. Promi?te, omlouvala se Laura. Promi?te, ale myslím, že budu radÅ¡i mrtvá.

The person of a man may leave—or be taken away—but the best part of a good man stays. It stays forever. Love is immortal and makes all things immortal. But hate dies every minute.

I thought a fellow would never cry when he got to be a grown up, but it seems as if that's when a fellow starts, because that's when a fellow starts finding out things.

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Lidi jsou t?žký. Lidi jsou lidi. Lidi jsou zábava, hra, fantazie, kouzla a ?árymáry. Lidi miluju. Bláznivé lidi, krásné lidi, zklamané lidi, nemocné lidi, zlomené lidi, zni?ené lidi. Takové lidi miluju.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!