Quotes About Emotions

There are times I want to be mad, there are times I want to give up, there are times I want to cry, but no matter how many times I think about that, I always end up saying, Damn, I love you so much.

That upsetting moment when you lost respect for someone you really cared about.

Sometimes I'm being annoying to you because I like you. Call me weird.

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars, seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, it's okay not to be okay.

Be happy when you're happy, and sad when you're sad, and don't apologize for either. You are who you are and it's a beautiful thing.

Never apologize, for showing your feelings. Never regret, for being who you truly are. Love yourself, more!

I'm falling in love with you, not because of how you look, but because of who you are,

Our furthest-reaching resolutions are always made in a short-lived state of mind. I could barely conceive that the strange substance inhering in Gilberte, and radiating from her parents and the house where she lived, making me feel indifferent to everything else, could detach itself from her person and migrate into another.

The things people joke about most are usually those which irritate them, but which they do not want to seem to be irritated by; there is perhaps, too, an unspoken hope of further advantage: that the person we are speaking to, hearing us admit something jokingly, will believe that it is not true.

Elástico é o tempo de que dispomos cada dia; as paixões que sentimos o dilatam, as que inspiramos o encurtam e o hábito o enche.

I would urge the driver to go as fast as he possibly could, so that the minutes might pass less slowly which I must spend without having anyone at hand to dispense me from the obligation myself to provide my sensibility

Because I seemed to recognize the same sorts of sadness I had experienced in connection with Gilberte—or on those occasions in Combray when Mama had not stayed in my room, and also when I recalled certain pages of Bergotte

l tempo di cui disponiamo ogni giorno è elastico: le passioni che proviamo lo dilatano, quelle che ispiriamo lo restringono, e l'abitudine lo colma.

We lie all our life long, especially indeed, perhaps only, to those people who love us.

Even in cases where the multiplication of his modest personal advantages by his self-esteem would not suffice to assure a man the dose of happiness, superior to that accorded to others, which is essential to him, envy is always there to make up the balance.

she had said, so naturally and with such an air of conviction that he had been genuinely touched.

But memories and griefs are fleeting things.

She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;

Indubitavelmente, raríssimas pessoas compreendem o caráter puramente subjetivo desse fenômeno em que consiste o amor e como é o amor uma espécie de criação de um indivíduo suplementar, distinto daquele que usa no mundo o mesmo nome, e que formamos com elementos na maioria tirados de nós mesmos. Por isso, poucos são os que podem achar naturais as proporções enormes que acaba assumindo para nós uma criatura que não é a mesma que eles veem.

No doubt my love for Albertine was not the most impoverished of those to which the want of will-power can reduce us, since it was not entirely platonic; she did give me physical pleasures, and she was also intelligent. But all that was secondary. What stayed in my mind was not something intelligent she might have said, but some remark that aroused my suspicion about her actions.

Then, at last, we understood that the sort of terror in which Françoise had lived of my aunt's harsh words, her suspicions and her anger, had developed in her a sentiment which we had mistaken for hatred, and which was really veneration and love.

A philosopher who was not sufficiently modern for her, Leibniz, has said that the journey from the intellect to the heart is a long one.

Meus pobres pilriteirinhos!", dizia eu, chorando. "Vocês, só vocês não me dariam pesar, não me obrigariam a partir! Nunca me fizeram mal! Sempre hei de querer bem a vocês." E enxugando os olhos, eu lhes prometia, para quando fosse grande, não imitar a vida insensata dos outros homens, e, até mesmo em Paris, nos dias de primavera, em vez de ir fazer visitas e ouvir tolices, sair para os campos a ver as primeiras flores de pilriteiro.

Belki de, diyordum kendi kendime, M. de Charlus'ün sap?kl???n?n ona kad?nca bir hassasiyet, bir zihinsel incelik kazand?rmas? gibi, Albertine'in de iyi yürekli, samimi tav?rlar?, onunla bir erkek arkada?la kurulan vefal? ve k?s?tlamas?z dostlu?u ya??yormu?um yan?lg?s?n? yaratan davran??lar?, gelecekteki ac?lar?m?n sebebi olan sap?kl???ndan kaynaklan?yordu.