Quotes About Emotions

My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad. Society resents that.

Good writing is not shaped solely by words, but by the contexts, feelings, and hardships from which such words originate.

The love, the hate and that strange spot in-between.

To be jealous is to be as the devil; there is a difference between envy and jealousy.

To stay angry is to stay stagnant.

We all live lives of love and loss.

Maybe I write because I've learned to show certain parts of my heart on the page that I still struggle to capture in speech.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

L'amour vient de l'aveuglement, l'amitie de la connaissance. (Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.)

The funniest people are the saddest once

holding to rage is like holding a piece of glowing coal. It burns only him.

Conquering enemy cities was far less complicated than the women in his life, or the children they bore for him.

Every man can break, after certain time period. It's only necessary to find the levers that move his soul

A good decisions are never brought in a state of rage.

If they love you, they will do what you wish,but only WHEN they want to. If they fear you, they will do what you wish EXACTLY when you wish. So, is it better to love or fear you?

If they love you, they will do what you wish,but only WHEN they want to. If they fear you, they will do what you wish EXACTLY when you wish. So, is it better to love or to fear you?

The words of his own teachers spiraled in his mind then as he collapsed in the snow. They had told him that holding on to anger was like grasping a hot coal. Only he would be burned by it. Yet as the men scattered and he felt strong arms lift him up, Yao Shu held the hot coal closely and felt only warmth.

had happened and to assure the man his niece was unhurt. As Salisbury imagined Cromwell's reaction, he growled softly, shaking his head like a series of twitches, each one a bitter child of the shame spilling through him. He could feel the eyes of his wife and son on his back as he led the battered soldiers

Marry me," he said, searching her eyes for some sign, some indication of how to proceed. Her gaze held his. His heart beat in his chest like a drum. "Why should I?" she asked, her voice hushed and oddly hopeful and terribly vulnerable. He swallowed, feeling lost and uncertain. "Well," he said, trying to sound reasonable, "I've got a few more horses now." She stared up at him, the blood draining from her face. Then she slugged him.

Anger and bitterness can be like weeds. If you let them grow, pretty soon they take over and there ain't room for nothing else.

Sometimes, Sam would say, "I love you, Daddy," and hold her breath for as long as she could so she wouldn't miss it if he's finally whispered, "I love you, too." Mommy said Daddy loved Sam but that men just don't say that kind of thing out loud. Sam knew that wasn't true because Mary McCallister's daddy always said, "I love you, baby girl!" for no reason at all.

This being human is a guest-house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out

our early personal histories and unmet emotional needs influence our adult spiritual quests and religious desires.

I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.