Quotes About Emotions

Do you not find it happens very often, that you are as gay as Garrick at dinner and then by supper-time you wonder why God made the world?

Say it with flowers.

Do you know what vengence is, Tim? It is a dark mirror in which we cannot see ourselves.

Nobody says what they really mean, especially if they love you.

Joy and suffering are not mutually exclusive, they flow from the same valve. Close that valve and you may not hurt as much, but neither will you shine.

For such a brainy guy, Richard was able to sustain an impressive degree of emotional and cognitive detachment from reality.

Hughes would later count that moment—black and blue, manacled, borne into prison on that great wave of enthusiasm—as one of the greatest in his life.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

Are you hurt?" "Absolutely," I said. "Especially in my everywhere.

That was another lesson I had learned perhaps too well: people meant pain.

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.

Bast stood in the doorway, practically dancing with irritation. When he spotted the approaching figure he rushed down the street, waving a piece of paper angrily. "A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?" He hissed angrily. "What am I, some dockside whore?

That is like throwing two virgins into a bed. Enthusiasm, passion, and ignorance are not a good combination. Someone is likely to get hurt.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Emotions by their very nature are not reasonable things.

Some days simply lay on you like stones. Some were fickle as cats, sliding away when you needed comfort, then coming back later when you didn't want them, jostling at you, stealing your breath.

so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

if I have ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.

There is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.

Soon. She knew. Soon he would come visiting. Incarnadine and sweet and sad and broken. Just like her.

I scowled as loudly as I could.

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.