Quotes About Emotions

And then one goes on to the next. Because love is all rot, you know

It was impossible for me to thank my father; what he called my sentimentality would have exasperated him.

We ought never to lose our tempers with people who, when we find them at fault, begin to snigger. They do so not because they are laughing at us, but because they are afraid of our displeasure.

Because of the infinite quality of love, or its egotism, the intellectual and spiritual physiognomy of the people we love are the least objectively defined for us. We are constantly retouching them to suit our desires and our fears; we do not separate them from us; they are but an immense and vague place where our affections exteriorize themselves.

When our mistress is alive, a great part of the thoughts which form what we call our loves come to us during the hours when she is not by our side. Thus we acquire the habit of having as the object of our meditation an absent person, and one who, even if she remains absent for a few hours only, during those hours is no more than a memory. And so death does not make any great difference.

Her initial need to confide in someone arose from the first disappointments of her sensuality, emerging as naturally as the first satisfactions of love normally emerge. She had not as yet known love. A short time later she suffered from it, which is the only manner in which we get to know it.

Swann's father, an excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits and divert the current of his thoughts. Several

The two chief causes of error in our relations with another person are, having ourselves a good heart, or else being in love with the other person.

I called to mind the noble glance, kind and compassionate, of that Albertine, her plump cheeks, the coarse grain of her throat. It was the image of a dead woman, but, as this dead woman was alive, it was easy for me to do immediately what I should inevitably have done if she had been by my side in her living body (what I should do were I ever to meet her again in another life), I forgave her.

sterile, splendid torture of understanding and loving...

the sentiments that Albertine had left with me were more difficult to extinguish than the memory of their original cause.

felt myself still reliving a past which was no longer anything more than the history of another person;

novels contained something inexpressibly delicious.

just as those who have lost a dear friend whom they never see even while they are asleep, are exasperated at meeting incessantly in their dreams any number of insupportable creatures whom it is quite enough to have known in the waking world

Een warme gezindheid jegens anderen overdrijft het goede even graag, als de kwaadaardigheid er plezier in heeft iemand omlaag te halen.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

The mind is its own place, and in it self Can

The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can makes a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven

The mind is its own place and in itself [255] Can make a Heaven of hell, a hell of Heaven.

Depression steals your ability to feel happy and proud even at the moments you should be happiest and proudest.

Only decades later would it dawn on me that normal people who never deal with depression have a sense of self-worth automatically. Just by being a person on the earth, they feel themselves worthy of respect and love and all that other cool stuff.

Talking about depression is great and healthy, but that doesn't mean it's not exhausting.

I didn't know that depression isn't a mood. It's a set of conditions that cause a whole series of thoughts and behaviors to happen over a long period of time, often things that are wildly different from one another.