Quotes About Emotions

Haat of jaloezie zal niet geven geen oplossing alleen tranen op de lange termijn, omdat een winnaar is een vechter voor hun rechten en kansen in het leven.

The rector wondered if the joy that people seemed so expert at containing somehow transferred to their dogs, who had nothing at all to hide.

With my mother's death," Lewis wrote, "all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security.

Lon Birdie had said, 'Sammy has his daddy's temper, you don't want to cross him.' But Sammy would be crossed in this life again and again, and how would he learn to handle being crossed if the people who cared never crossed him?

He was used to her tears. They were a kind of language that needed expression.

How could people let go of their old things, when each told a part of their story? Old things were a literature, a narrative.

In every way, un-forgiveness makes us the victim—

If his wife was happy and his boy was happy, he was happy.

You love him, I can see it." "More than anything." That alone should be enough, he thought, but of course it never is. Courage has to come in there somewhere, and perseverance and forbearance and patience and all the rest. A job of work, as Uncle Billy would say, but worth it and then some.

It's not the sort of thing romantics wish to hear, but I found that in the end, love must be a kind of discipline. If we love only with our feelings, we're sunk—we may feel love one day and something quite other the next. Soon after he came to live with me—he was eleven years old at the time—I realized I must learn to love with my will, not my feelings.

And so I enjoyed the warm feelings, the stuff of the heart, when it was present between us, as it sometimes was, even in the beginning. And when it wasn't, there was the will to love him, something like . . . a generator kicking in, a backup.

Sorrow and joy, he thought, so inextricably entwined that he could scarcely tell where one left off and the other began.

Loving can be hard. Sometimes we don't feel loving, but it isn't all about feeling. Very often it is about will. Practice that if you can.

O cattiva Proserpina, come puoi tollerare che invano sian versate tante lacrime amare?...

Men are jealous of every woman, even when they don't have the slightest interest in her themselves.

To be an artist it is not necessary to make a living from our creations. Nor is it necessary to have work hanging in fine museums or the praise of critics. To be an artist it is necessary to live with our eyes wide open, to breath in the colors of mountain and sky, to know the sound of leaves rustling, the smell of snow, the texture of bark. To be an artist is to notice every beautiful and tragic thing, to cry freely, to collect experience and shape it into forms that others can share.

If my client had not distracted his wife from her moments of unhappiness so that he could stay calm, she would have had the opportunity to learn to handle her own moods.

That would be no less shrewd: for when you first come home from a strange place you are always something of a ghost. They were sorry when you went away, and they welcome you back with affection: but in the meanwhile they have adjusted their lives a little to your absence.

Want medelijden is de ergste vijand van de liefde.

Toen ik naast het bed ging zitten zei ze dat ik er goed uitzag en ik voelde me toen een soort ludieke ploert. Want ik was gezond en ik kon niets voor haar doen.

Dat is het grootste van dieren, dat ze niet kunnen grienen. Als je huilt heb je een slecht geweten, dan ben je in gebreke gebleven. Een dier stelt nooit teleur. Een dier valt niks te verwijten. Je kan je alleen een klootzak voelen dat je zo'n sentimentele etter bent geweest.

The thought of having another person constantly in my space and taking his feelings into account every time I made a decision was a level of overwhelming I might never be ready for.

No matter what happens to someone, at that exact moment, something that could be construed as worse is happening to someone else. That doesn't lessen our own heartache. It doesn't diminish the fact that right then, you're dealing with one of the worst things that's ever happened to you.

Not that having multiple children diminished the loss of another, but when there was only one and they were lost, there was nothing left at all.