Quotes About Emotions

A man is about as big as the things that make him angry

The love of a foster mother for her charge appears absolutely irrational.

I think you must have your feelings under a very good control. You turn them about and face them the way you want them to be. I wish I could do that. What's the secret?

He found, quite to his surprise, that he was happy. Not merely happy in Demelza's happiness but in himself. He couldn't think why. The condition just existed within him.

Resentment and bitterness and old grudges were dead things, which rotted the hands that grasped them.

Not for the first time he was conscious of emotional lights and shades in his wife that could not be categorized, could not be named as sensuous or emotional as such, perhaps derived from each and gave to each but in essence grew out of a deeper fund of temperament that he still could not altogether apprehend. The simple miner's daughter was not simple in character at all.

It is hopeless for older people to tell younger ones – particularly their own children – that they have been through the same thing. Such information is no use at all! It bounces off one's own grief – or jealousy or distress. If we are all born the same we are also all born unique – we all go through torments nobody else has ever had.

Dwight again said: ' Caroline...' but this time as if all the cracks in his heart were widening.

He said in exasperation, "Goddamn it, you should know I'm not used to dealing with women! You search the earth to find some special secret feminine grievance to gnaw over for months on end and then produce it coolly on the mat to explain all the irrational hedging and dodging of an entire winter—

For if you wish to discover a man's true feelings, it is always best to provoke him.

He pushed her nails away from his eyes, accepting her bites as if they were no part of him. He pulled the cloth away from her throat, gripped it. Her screaming stopped. Her eyes started tears, died, grew big. She knew there was death, but life called her, sweet life, all the sweetness of youth, not yet gone. Dwight, the baronet, years of triumph, crying, dying.

One did not so much feel sorrow at his absence as a sense of the unfitness of his not being there.

But when his mother died, even while he was crying, something within him had risen up, a barrier to shield off his weakness and tenderness and frailty. He had thought, All right, then, I've lost her and I'm alone. All right then. The adult impulse followed the childish.

Posso farti i dispetti, tirarti i capelli, gridare e cantare, se mi va, e suonare la vecchia spinetta. Divido il letto con te e al mattino, quando mi sveglio, faccio un profondo respiro e penso a cose importanti.

All the week a great thunderbolt hung over the house. All her life Demelza's principle, though she did not know it as such, had been never to let the sun go down on her wrath. But she could very well have been buried with this wrath, because it came from a wound that knew no cure.

Ross said quietly: 'Yes, I could sleep with you.' She smiled at him. He said: 'And for the same reasons will not.' 'Thank you, Captain.' He said: 'You've always been my firm friend – from so long ago. Almost before we knew each other well at all.' 'I believe I fancied you from the beginning.' 'I believe it was something more important than that, even then.

una debole amarezza screziata di orgoglio avvizzito. [...]

All her life Demelza's principle, though she did not know it as such, had been never to let the sun go down on her wrath.

That reminds me of when you used to call and see us before Christmas, the year before last. Somehow–somehow life was all dark and secret and beautiful then.

So much had happened in their relationship since the angry scene of last August that they met like strangers, remembering the old emotions but no longer feeling them.

Un cattivo trattamento rende feroci anche i più dolci di noi.

If there are two feelings, then I don't think you can put them in separate compartments ever, because one is a part of the other and inseparable.

Andrew aveva preso dimora nel suo cuore o si era preso una parte del suo cuore, e niente sarebbe stato più come prima.

Their love was not in question. What was in question was what they would make of it.