Quotes About Emotions

One only has to watch aging siblings scrap over the worthless pots and pans and scuffed furniture of a deceased parent's estate- like toddlers over toys- to see how desperate is the need to wrest some last, pathetic, tangible measure of their parent's devotion.

Parental neglect even in intact families, can have a shattering effect on how daughters- even those with loving mothers- feel about men.

She cursed me at such length and with such inventiveness I had to check both my watch and my dictionary.

Remember that the best medical treatment is a sense of relativism. No matter how badly you might feel, take comfort in knowing there's someone who feels much worse.

So it was that for two minutes we sang with all our hearts, feeling only for the past and turning our gaze from the future, swimmers doing the backstroke toward a waterfall.

Music and singing keeps us alive, give us hope. If we can feel, we know we can live.

How do you know you've made a great work of art? A great work of art is something as real as reality itself, and sometimes even more real than the real. Long after this war is forgotten, when its existence is a paragraph in a schoolbook students won't even bother to read, and everyone who survived it is dead, their bodies dust, their memories atoms, their emotions no longer in motion, this work of art will still shine so brightly it will not just be about the war but it will be the war.

I do not remember many things, and for all those things I do not remember, I am grateful, because the things I do remember hurt me enough.

I laughed, even though inside me the little dog of my soul was sitting at attention, nose and ears to the wind.

During our visits, he consumed an embarrassingly varied assortment of cheap beer and wine, vacillating between fury and melancholy as one might imagine Richard Nixon to be doing not far away. Sometimes he choked on his emotions so badly I feared I would have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him.

My weakness for sympathizing with others has much to do with my status as a bastard, which is not to say that being a bastard naturally predisposes one to sympathy.

One must listen to them carefully to understand that while pain is universal, it is also utterly private. We

Politics is always personal, my dear, she said. That's what makes it deadly.

But I guess oil was to be found in every part of the world, just like anger and sorrow.

So it was that we soaped ourselves in sadness and we rinsed ourselves with hope,

It was a trivial secret, but one I would remember as vividly as my feeling that while some people are haunted by the dead, others are haunted by the living.

Here's to you, Claude, I said, raising my glass to him. Congratulations. For what? he said, raising his own. Now you know what it feels like to be one of us. His laugh was short and bitter. I was thinking the exact same thing.

After love, was sadness not the most common noun in our lyrical repertoire? Did we salivate for sadness, or had we on learned to enjoy what we were forced to eat?

I've tried love," Louis said, as if it were a kind of soft, malodorous French cheese. "It's okay, but the problem with it is the other person involved. She has a mind of her own. You can't say the same thing about things.

while pain is universal, it is also utterly private.

Resentment was an antidote to gloominess, as it was for sadness, melancholy, despair, etc.

She wondered what, if anything, she knew about love. Not much, perhaps, but enough to know that what she would do for him now she would do again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. She would read out loud, from the beginning. She would read with measured breath, to the very end. She would read as if every letter counted, page by page and word by word.

I've tried love," Louis said, as if it were a kind of soft, malodorous French cheese.

There's no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed, yes. Crazy, yes. But there's no excuse for boredom, ever.