Quotes About Emotions

we love who we love whether we should or not, even though there are more suitable people to love.

It was that juxtaposition of how it used to be with how it had turned out that made L.A. so interesting and so sad a place, I thought.

She'd thrown something at the mirror, and then the mirror broke into a thousand pieces and she knew that wasn't all; she was breaking into a thousand pieces, too.

And here, all along, she'd thought of herself as being so calm, so cool, so composed.

There are times when you must stop analyzing and depend on your emotions.

He managed to retain a cheerful smile at all times—though, in the dreams, he screamed.

But who are you to say a person should be put away? I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

You make yourself sick.

She was afrad of him, now. Yes, she must be. Because not once, all through this, had she called him son.

Their smiles were cracking. Glass is brittle.

It's all right, he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness.

It's all right," he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also

Time is counted, not by hours, but by heart-beats.

What does it all mean, poet? Well, Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell What we felt only; you expressed You hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. 'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then, Have you yourself what's best for men? Are you—-poor, sick, old ere your time—- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme? Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride.

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had ne'er been broken-hearted

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

And man, whose heav'n-erected face The smiles of love adorn Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!

In the multitude of wisdom is grief, and they that increaseth wisdom, increaseth sorrow.

O desfiladeiro de Shibar tem mais de três mil metros de altitude, e já estávamos perto do limite das neves eternas quando deixámos para trás o fiozinho de água do Kunduz, no ponto em que iniciava a sua longa viagem em direcção ao Oxus e ao Mar de Aral. Cinco minutos mais tarde, outro fiozinho iniciava uma viagem ao encontro do rio Indo e do Oceano Índico. A geografia tem as suas emoções.

The possibility of sadness is tightly bound to the capacity for joy. A godly sadness is as precious in the eyes of the Lord as the joy that corresponds to it.

There is nothing peculiarly Christian about moods of exaltation and triumph, or passing feelings of one sort or another; these kinds of changes happen just about every time one goes to a movie (156).

Christianity is not a therapy for those who wish never to be upset (177).