Quotes About Emotions

In the first few seconds an aching sadness wrenched his heart, but it soon gave way to a feeling of sweet disquiet, the excitement of gypsy wanderlust

Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked...

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

Tell me," she finally whispered, "is it fun for you to torture me? . . . I should really hate you. Ever since we have known each other, you have given me nothing but suffering . . ." Her voice trembled, she leaned toward me, and lowered her head onto my breast. "Perhaps," I thought, "this is exactly why you loved me: joys are forgotten, but sadness, never . . .

Az utolsó öröm éppen olyan édes, mint valaha régen az els? lehetett.

No, no, no, no, no. Sex should not be fun, okay? Sex can be lots of things - thrilling, romantic, scary, mindless, dirty, dangerous, frantic, forbidden, freaky - but if you're finding it 'fun,' you're doing it wrong.

I'd thought I'd felt like shit that day, but really I'd barely even entered the intestine.

He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him.

for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

We are not born knowing how to understand and express what is inside our souls. That kind of knowing ourselves requires contemplation and reflection. We have to learn to notice and be aware of our internal experiences, to search our hearts and find words for what is inside us. Being fully known and understood requires that we say aloud to someone else what is going on within our souls.

Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.

Now one day, maybe I can forgive John Andersen for what he done to these trees, but I ain't gonna forget it. I figure forgiving is not letting something nag at you—rotting you out.

Those minutes that I'm on stage are the best! Being there and looking at the crowd and seeing their faces, hearing them sing the positive words from the songs.

Our contention is that doctrines do indeed consist of genuine knowledge about God, and that religion involves the whole person: intellect, emotions, and will.

Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage of self.

Ponekad davna prole?a, puna toplote i mirisa, procvetaju još jednom u nama. I mi ih pronosimo kroz sadašnju zimu štite?i ih prsima. A onda, jednoga dana, ta davna prole?a po?nu štititi naša prsa od mraza kad se na?emo s one strane prozora na kojoj mraz nije samo slika. (...) Zamisli sada, u ovoj zimi, dva takva prole?a što se dodiruju kao dve livade mirisama. Eto šta nam je potrebno umesto ogrta?a.

Sometimes bygone springs, full of warmth and scent, blossom yet again inside us. And we carry them through the winter, protecting them with our chests. Then, one day, those bygone springs begin protecting our chests from the frost when we find ourselves on the other side of the window, where winter is not just a picture.

Love creates lovers, not lovers love.

Memories are doing funny things to us.

Nostalgia is longing for a place you'd never move back to.

Mas as palavras parecem esperar a morte e o esquecimento; permanecem soterradas, petrificadas, em estado latente, para depois, em lenta combustão, acenderam em nós o desejo de contar passagens que o tempo dissipou. E o tempo, que nos faz esquecer, também é cúmplice delas. Só o tempo transforma nossos sentimentos em palavras mais verdadeiras (...)".

Alguns dos nossos desejos só se cumprem no outro, os pesadelos pertencem a nós mesmos.