Quotes About Emotions

Masks in one layer after another—as many as ten or twenty—had fastened themselves upon me, and I could no longer tell how sad any one of them really was.

Young people never say anything straight. You can tell they're being honest if they hide behind a laugh.

Ah, die Menschen, sie halten sich, obwohl sie sich nicht verstehen, obwohl sie ein völlig falsches Bild voneinander haben, ihr Leben lang für Busenfreunde und rezitieren, ohne je etwas bemerkt zu haben, einander noch am Grabe tränenreiche Abschiedsworte.

Long personal experience had taught me that when a woman suddenly bursts into hysterics, the way to restore her spirits is to give her something sweet.

I should like to record that as I manipulated the peeling lacquer chopsticks to eat my jelly, I felt unbearably lonely.

Comprender los sentimientos de cualquier mujer es más complicado y desagradable que estudiar las emociones de una lombriz. Según mi experiencia, que viene de cuando era niño, cuando una mujer se pone a llorar de repente, lo mejor es ofrecerle algún dulce y enseguida mejora su humor.

Even now, I barely have the strength to reread what I've written.

Women don't know anything about happiness or unhappiness." "Perhaps not. What about man?" "Men only have unhappiness. They are always fighting fear.

Mutsuzlu?um, reddetme yetene?i olmayan birinin mutsuzlu?uydu. Bir ?eyler teklif edilip de reddedince, kar??mdakinin yüre?inde de kendi yüre?imde de onar?lamayacak aleni bir çatla??n olu?aca?? korkusunu ta??rd?m hep.

Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late.

I yearned with such desperation for "freedom" that I became weak and tearful.

It seems that when people are in a state of euphoria, they don't always notice the suffering of others.

I am happy now. Even if I were to hear the four walls all shriek in anguish, my feeling of happiness would still be at the saturation point. I am so happy I could sneeze." Mr. Uehara laughed. "But it's too late now. It's dusk already." "It's morning!" That morning my brother Naoji committed suicide.

But actually glasses are the worst. Any sense of your face disappears when you put them on. Glasses obstruct whatever emotions that might appear on your face—passion, grace, fury, weakness, innocence, sorrow. And it's curious how it becomes impossible to try to communicate with your eyes. Glasses are like a ghost.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

Jusque-là dans ma vie, le désir d'être tué m'était venu plus d'une fois, mais l'idée de tuer quelqu'un ne m'avait pas effleuré ; lorsque je me trouvais devant un adversaire terrible je ne pensais, au contraire, qu'à le rendre heureux.

Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in this world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed entirely of unhappy people.

I have not the remotest clue what the nature or extent of my neighbor's woes can be.

Por lo que parece, mi concepto de la felicidad está en completo desacuerdo con el del resto de las personas, y la intranquilidad que genera me hace dar vueltas y gemir por las noches en mi cama. Incluso ha llegado a afectar me la razón.

Me pregunto si soy feliz.

La verdad es que no puedo comprender ni imaginar la índole o grado del sufrimiento de los demás. Quizá los sufrimientos de tipo práctico, que puedan mitigarse con una comida, tienen solución y por eso mismo sean los menos dolorosos. O puede tratarse de un infierno eterno en llamas que supere mi larga lista de sufrimientos; pero esto los hace todavía más incomprensibles para mí.

Así es cómo se me ocurrieron las bufonadas. Era mi última posibilidad de ganarme el afecto de las personas.

Los cobardes temen hasta la felicidad. Pueden herirse incluso con el algodón.

No matter how often I tried, she never once complimented me.