Quotes About Emotions

Extrañaba muchísimo a sus amigos y sabía sin amargura que éstos no lo extrañaban, dada su invencible reserva.

Menard —recuerdo— declaraba que censurar y alabar son operaciones sentimentales que nada tienen que ver con la crítica.

Hay quien busca el amor de una mujer para olvidarse de ella, para no pensar más en ella.

Esos recuerdos no eran simples; cada imagen visual estaba ligada a sensaciones musculares, térmicas, etcétera.

Uno puede fingir muchas cosas, incluso la inteligencia. Lo que no se puede fingir es la felicidad.

Hate is contagious. A few seconds after Donald Trump has told me something hateful, somebody else repeats it. He has legitimized what people only dare say in their kitchens and bedrooms.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind.

On attend quelque chose, et un matin on se réveille et on comprend. C'est simplement la fin qu'on attend.Selon Lisette, c'est ce que les gens à la télé appelle une dépression.

T]he accumulation of things not spelled out, not properly articulated, may result in neurosis.

It is a virtue, I came to believe long ago, not to make a meal out of one's emotional life. There's always enough work to do, not to mention that there's world enough outside.

But I didn't care. I just wanted to be close to them and feel their presence. I felt as if I were in there with them, looking out of their eyes, sharing their thoughts.

Life will always be sorrowful. We can't change it, but we can change our attitude toward it.

The fundamental human experience is that of compassion.

This death to the logic of emotional commitments of our chance moment in the world of space and time, this recognition of, the shift of our emphasis to, the universal life that throbs and celebrates its victory in the very kiss of our own annihilation, this amor fati, 'love of fate,' love of the fate that is inevitably death, constitutes the experience of the tragic art...

Desire and fear: these are the two emotions by which all life in the world is governed.

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Don't worry about me. Go and enjoy yourself. I'll stay here and be miserable.

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.

I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.

The flame of long pent-up anger broke out and overwhelmed everything: fear of the morrow, respect for parents, love of life, peaceful joys of family happiness.

Love and the years- Love is a thing that's gathered, chance by chance, Out of life's ever-changing random dance.

Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.