Quotes About Emotions

It is not our high purposes alone that make us moving creatures, but our humble needs and cravings.

Why, emotionally, is a man of his type reciprocally connected to a woman of her type? The usual reason: their flaws fit.

Now that he was no longer grounded in his hate, we were going to talk about women.

It was the first time I saw my father cry. A childhood milestone, when another's tears are more unbearable than one's own.

Now Sentimental Education doesn't read as if Flaubert was having fun; Letter to His Father doesn't read as if Kafka was having fun; The Sorrows of Young Werther sure as hell doesn't read as if Goethe was having fun. Sure, Henry Miller seems like he's having fun, but he had to cross three thousand miles of Atlantic before saying 'cunt'.

One has periods of ghastliness. And then long periods of sort of quiet and love.

I'm looking at myself," he said, ecstatically, "except it's you.

Which only goes to show what everyone learns sooner or later about loss: the absence of a presence can crush the strongest people.

Ma il pericolo dell'odio è che, una volta cominciato a coltivarlo, hai cento volte più di quanto ti aspettassi. Una volta cominciato, non ti fermi più. Non conosco nulla di più difficile da controllare dell'odio. E' più facile smettere di bere che smettere di odiare. Ed è tutto dire.

But what affords the one with happiness affords the other with disgust. The interplay, the ridiculous interplay, enough to kill all and everyone

There is no protest to be lodged against loneliness—not all the bombing campaigns in history have made a dent in it.

Yes, alone we are, deeply alone, and always, in store for us, a layer of loneliness even deeper. There is nothing we can do to dispose of that. No, loneliness shouldn't surprise us, as astonishing to experience as it may be. You can try turning yourself inside out, but all you are then is inside out and lonely instead of inside in and lonely.

Emotions, when they're revved up, don't change, they're the same, fresh and raw. Everything passes? Nothing passes. The same emotions are here!

è la mancanza di rabbia che finisce per uccidere. Mentre l'aggressività depura e guarisce.

Sheer Playfulness and Deadly Seriousness are my closest friends; it is with them that I take those walks in the country at the end of the day. I am also on friendly terms with Deadly Playfulness, Playful Playfulness, Serious Playfulness, Serious Seriousness, and Sheer Sheerness. From the last, however, I get nothing; he just wrings my heart and leaves me speechless.

The drug calmed his soul, but did not touch it down where the blackness had reached.

If you don't go crazy because of your husband's vices, you go crazy because of his virtues.

However much you may have hated me, why don't you come back so we can continue with our linear, logical life like all the other couples who hate each other?

Fiction's about what it is to be a f*****g human being.

Todo el tiempo que estuvimos separados yo estuve pensando en ella, pero un día me dijo: 'Mis sentimientos han cambiado, qué puedo hacer, ya no aguanto a Bruce'. Como si fueran sus sentimientos los que la controlaran a ella y no al revés. Como si sus sentimientos estuvieran fuera de ella y no bajo su control, como un autobús que uno tiene que esperar.

Your average deformity sufferer has a love-hate thing with mirrors: you need to see how things are progressing, but you also hate it that they're progressing.

To them, right and wrong is words, boy. He came away and eased himself into his big desk chair, sitting straight, hands out before him on the unscarred presidential cherrywood. Right and wrong ain't words, he said. They're feelings. In your guts and intestines and such. Not words. Not songs with guitars. They're what make you feel like you do. They're inside you. Your heart and digestion. Like the folks you personally love.

Lyndon cannot, he insists, for the life of him understand why new generations such as your own see everything of importance in terms of love, David. As if it explained feelings lasting years, that word.

a paciencia de los neoyorquinos para las multitudes, las colas y las esperas, resulta muy impresionante si no estás acostumbrada a ella; son capaces de permanecer todos inactivos en lugares sin aire durante periodos extensos, con unas expresiones en los ojos que indican esa combinación neoyorquina única de meditación y depresión clínica, claramente infelices, pero sin quejarse para nada.