Quotes About Emotions

Much unhappiness results from our inability to remember the nice things that happen to us.

Experience proves that none is so cruel as the disillusioned sentimentalist.

It is not true that suffering ennobles the character happiness does that sometimes, but suffering for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.

I know that you're selfish, selfish beyond words, and I know that you haven't the nerve of a rabbit, I know you're a liar and a humbug, I know that you're utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is'--her face was on a sudden distraught with pain--'the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.

One can be very much in love with a woman without wishing to spend the rest of one's life with her.

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

In a society that has become so oriented toward language as a way of representing truth, it is very possible to lose touch with your ability to feel and with it your ability to "remember" the shots themselves.

I am going to kill your father," Gaston said. "May I hold him down?" "Will it be necessary?" he asked. "Non, but I feel I will garner great satisfaction in being a participant.

How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died?

She pulled the thread and bit the thread And made a golden gown, And wept because she'd dreamt that I Was born to wear a crown.

the soul cannot live without sorrow.

I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.

our souls are love, and a continual farewell

And never was piping so sad, And never was piping so gay.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them

O DO NOT LOVE TOO LONG by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) WEETHEART, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed-- O do not love too long, Or you will grow out of fashion Like an old song.

I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!

Women are crazy about pets. They're just crazy. Pets have nothing to do with it.

Recipe for the upbringing of a poet: 'As much neurosis as the child can bear.