Quotes About Emotions

Ik wil branden in het vuur van mijn gevoelens. Ik wil alles, want alleen als ik alles heb weet ik dat ik iets ben. Ik wil meegevoerd worden om de zinloosheid van mijn bestaan te vergeten en ik wil de ander vervoering, onderdompeling en overgave geven en laten ondergaan om duidelijk te maken dat er niets is buiten mij, dat ik de kern van haar bestaan ben, dat het nergens beter is en dat ik alles verdien wat zij kan geven.

Voor sommige mensen is geluk zoiets ongewoons, zo zeldzaam, nieuw of vreemd, dat ze er nooit van kunnen genieten als ze gelukkig zijn, maar altijd pas achteraf, als het besef komt dat ze toen, op dit of dat moment, gelukkig waren.

Telle est la vie des hommes. Quelques joies, très vite effacées par d'inoubliables chagrins.

Such is the life of a man. Moments of joy, obliterated by unforgettable sorrow.

Telle est la vie des hommes. Quelques joies, très vite effacées par d'inoubliables chagrins. Il n'est pas nécessaire de le dire aux enfants.

J'avais surpris mon cher surhomme en flagrant délit d'humanité : je sentis que je l'en aimais davantage. Alors, je chantai la farandole, et je me mis à danser au soleil.

I had caught my dear superman red-handed in the act of being human: I felt that I loved him even more for it.

It is seldom indeed that one parts on good terms, because if one were on good terms one would not part.

Once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime flowers which my aunt used to give me… immediately the old gray house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theater.

The time at our disposal each day is elastic the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.

There is not a woman in the world the possession of whom is as precious as that of the truths which she reveals to us by causing us to suffer.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

The opinions we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.

We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces.

The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the common bacillus.

It is our imagination that is responsible for love, not the other person.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

With women who do not love us, as with the "dear departed," the knowledge that there is no hope left does not prevent us from continuing to wait.