Quotes About Emotions

Think about any attachments that are depleting your emotional reserves. Consider letting them go.

How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

My unhappiness protects me from life.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

We tend to match the emotions of those around us. For example, we're more prone to become stressed when we're around someone who is high-strung. And we're more likely to be in a good mood when others around us are laughing.

A wound not fully felt consumes from the inside. We must run very hard if we want to stay one step ahead of this pain. Exhausted, we try to bury it with drugs, alcohol, overwork, television, physical activity. We are a very creative species—we can use just about anything to anesthetize ourselves. But in doing so, we also remove ourselves from feeling the joy.

Non ho mai capito come faccia a ridere in quel modo: ma penso che sia perché ha pianto molto. Solo chi ha pianto molto può apprezzare la vita nelle sue bellezze, e ridere bene.

Però il rimpianto esiste, e i legami esistono, radicati in noi come alberi che non cedono neanche all'uragano, inevitabili come la fame e la sete. Non te ne puoi mai liberare, anche se ci provi con tutta la tua volontà, la tua logica. Magari credi di averli dimenticati e un giorno riaffiorano, irrimediabilmente, spietati, per metterti la corda al collo più di qualsiasi boia. E strozzarti.

Only those who have cried a lot can appropriate life in all its beauty and have a good laugh. It's easy to cry, hard to laugh.

Sai la stessa paura che si prova all'inizio di un amore, quando l'intuito ci annuncia le sofferenze che esso ci costerà, e la prudenza ci induce a girarvi intorno senza accostarcisi troppo, ma è un girarvi a spirale, più vicino sempre più vicino, e sai bene che finirai per cadervi dentro: a pagare ogni istante di gioia con mille dolori.

I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

Movies like that aren't about the visual effects and explosions. They're human stories about family, about life, about death.

I am a hopeless romantic and I love to spoil my girlfriends.

Many people apparently don't trust their reactions to art or to music unless there is a verbal explanation for it. In music the only thing that matters is whether you feel it or not.

A low self-image is usually not based upon facts; it's mismanaged memory.

It's not what you eat that will kill you as much as what is eating you.

A bitter heart is never thankful & a thankful heart is never bitter.

Even in cultures where marriages are arranged by parents, you're never actually forbidden to fall in love with your mate.

There's a sort of rage a man feels when he's been deceived where he most trusted. It compares to no other anger.

My own feeling is that human happiness is a very random thing, and bestows itself willy-nilly, and theres not much deserving about the matter.

Among my most prized possessions are the words that I have never spoken.

I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.

Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.