Quotes About Emotions

In every bit of honest writing in the world, there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love.

Only once or twice in her life had she ever understood all of him, but the part of him which she knew, she knew intricately and well. No little appetite or pain, no carelessness or meanness in him escaped her; no thought or dream or longing in him ever reached her. And yet several times in her life she had seen the stars.

of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen. And I here make a rule - a great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last. The strange and foreign is not interesting - only the deeply personal and familiar.

Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.

I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.

It's a thing to see when a boy comes home.

Her shame and fierceness were blended.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

There seemed to be no cure for loneliness save only being alone.

Nearly everyone in the world has appetites and impulses, trigger emotions, islands of selfishness, lusts just beneath the surface.

I've given you everything a friend can give, Joe Saul-even contempt, and that's the hardest thing of all.

I guess she's just nuts,' he said. 'And if she's nuts, a guy's got to do nuts things. You don't think you could say the hell with her?

And he saw the right evening star reflected in her eyes, and he saw the black cloud reflected in her eyes.

Charles had more respect for Adam after he knew about the prison. He felt the warmth for his brother you can feel only for one who is not perfect and therefore no target for your hatred.

The one-eyed man watched them go, and then he went through the iron shed to his shack behind. It was dark inside. He felt his way to the mattress on the floor, and he stretched out and cried in his bed, and the cars whizzing by on the highway only strengthened the walls of his loneliness.

Hurry home, darling, she said. Hurry home. And how's that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black.

Dessie's friends were good and loyal but they were human, and humans love to feel good and they hate to feel bad.

And as he was capable of giant joy, so did he harbor huge sorrow, so that when his dog died the world ended.

I have always thought that perhaps formal good manners may be a cushion against heartbreak.

Nearly everyone has had a box of secret pain, shared with no one.

I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.

Mostly I'm too damn busy to know how I feel.

Do you take pride in your hurt?" Samuel asked. "Does it make you seem large and tragic?" "I don't know." "Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

I can just see it all over again. You'll stay around a a year or so and then you'll get restless and you'll make me restless. We'll get mad at each other and then we'll get polite to each other-and that's worse. Then we'll blow up and you'll go away again, and then you'll come back and we'll do it all over again. Adam asked, Don't you want me to stay? Hell yes, said Charles. I miss you when you're not here. But I can see how it's going to be just the same.