Quotes About Emotions

How often we sit weeping — you and I — over the life we lead! My friends, if you only knew the darkness of the days ahead!

The sinking of the Titanic has made me indescribably happy; there is, after all, an ocean.

I once stirred thunder in the skies, And now, unlike the days of yore - Just tears in a drunken poet's eyes And laughter - from some whore.

Poor land, poor land, what do you mean to the heart that moves in me? Poor love, poor love, poor wife of mine, why do you weep so bitterly? (from Retribution book 2, I)

Il vento portò da lontano l'accenno di un canto primaverile, chissà dove, lucido e profondo si aprì un pezzetto di cielo. In questo azzurro smisurato, fra barlumi della vicina primavera piangevano burrasche invernali, si libravano sogni stellati. Timide, cupe e profonde piangevano le mie corde. Il vento portò da lontano le sue squillanti canzoni.

Inside my soul, the spring of love Will not replace the stormy weather.

She wanted only to be feared. I wanted to be feared and loved. I didn't want everything she had as she stood onstage that night. I wanted more.

Their whole difficult lives seemed not to weigh on them at all. Taken as mornings and meals, suppers and evenings, all of the world could be carried, both the sad and the delicious, their lives seemed to say.

Stories about the most difficult things need to provide catharsis, or the reader will stop reading, or go mad.

Imagine yourself as a pool of light and sound altering as all your days run through you, and they pass again and again. From moment to moment, you are every age you have ever been, but in no particular order. Time courses through you, the time you lived, a flume of your days. This was Peter's dementia.

The strange amber twilight I'd lived with was gone, and in its place was some terrible new brightness. I'd gone from feeling lost in a dream to lost in wakefulness, as if I might never sleep again.

I was spelling out a message that would allow me to talk to myself and to others. The novel that emerged was about things I could not speak of in life, in some cases literally. I would lie, or I would feel a weight on my chest as if someone was sitting there. But when the novel was done, I could read from it. A prosthetic voice.

There are approximately 1,010,300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."

I am apprehensive, Sir, that in the warmth of my feelings, I may have uttered expressions, which were too vehement. If such has been my language, it was from the habit of using strong phrases to express my ideas; and, above all, from the interesting nature of the subject. I have ever condemned those cold, unfeeling hearts, which no object can animate. I condemn those indifferent mortals, who either never form opinions, or never make them known.

When the sword is once drawn, the passions of men observe no bounds of moderation.

That nation which indulges towards another a habitual hatred or a habitual fondness is in some degree a slave.

There are approximately 1,010,300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly express how much I want to hit you with a chair.

Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.

Pride of friend or enemy did not need any words.

It is only by making the past alive again for a person that a true growth in the present is facilitated. If the past is cut off, the future does not exist.

Therapy takes us backward into a forgotten past, but this was not a safe and secure time, else we would not have emerged from it scarred by battle wounds and armoured in self-defense.

Many masochistic characters engage in the game of failure to cover an inner feeling of superiority.

suppressing a feeling doesn't make it go away; it only pushes it deeper into the unconscious. By this action we internalize the problem.