Quotes About Emotions

The King asked his wise men for some single thing that would make him happy when he was sad, but sad when he was happy. They consulted and came back with a ring engraved with the message 'This Too Will Pass.

Why don't you like it when you can't say why?

It was hard for her not to feel that a person loving her was making a big mistake. Because she knew herself better than they did, so knew their love was given in error.

On her the plants seemed not to have had the effect they had had on him. She seemed truly to abominate them, these little emblems of her body, as if viriditas were no more than a cancer that the rock must suffer.

When I'm with you I feel faintly anxious, judged, inadequate. Not the kind of person you like, which I find offensive, and thus behave more like that part of me than ever. Though I want your good opinion too, but that desire I find irritating, and so contradicted in myself. Why should I care? You don't care. And yet you do care. I love you, you said. And she wanted him to feel that way when he was with her.

However, recall that every human lives under pressure. Every human feels various kinds of stress. Then things happen." Badim

Is anger always just fear flung outward at the world? Can anger ever be a fuel for right action? Can anger make good?

Scared of her, solicitous of her, in love with her—she had seen all that. And shouting at her furiously for some small treachery, or for nothing at all; she had certainly seen that too. Because he had loved her.

Whether life means anything or not, joy is real.

Group dynamics were complex at best, even (he grimaced) unexplainable.

Where there is faction, there is conflict; where there is conflict, there is anger. And anger distorts judgment.

When you have sex with someone, you willingly give them a part of your soul that you can never get back.

was because she still hadn't found her soul mate—if there was such a thing—and the fact that she had just learned three days ago that her so-called significant other, Tim, was sleeping with another woman.

Serena was forty, had never been married, and was lonelier

It was because she still hadn't found her soul mate—if there was such a thing—and the fact that she had just learned three days ago that her so-called significant other, Tim, was sleeping with another woman.

her unfortunate and unfair childhood, she hadn't. And as much as she hated to admit it, deep down, she still resented her sister for having a much better father than she'd had—a father who had loved and adored her, spent time with her one to two weekends every month, and who had willingly made his child support payments on

I've also been known to cry during MasterCard commercials.

What did she think about behind that tranquil face of hers? Whatever the provocation, she never clenched her jaws, swore or got angry. Did she watch everything from a distance, as if even her own life was happening to someone else? Nobody could see it but instead of a face, she wore a mask. No, Ravan wanted to rephrase that. What he and everybody else saw was the mask, not what went on inside.

Boys love hitting each other in the face. I guess it's the next best thing to a kiss.

Memories are made of peculiar stuff, elusive and yet compelling, powerful and fleet. You cannot trust your reminiscences, and yet there is no reality except the one we remember......

El tiempo pasaba sin que ella se diera cuenta de nada. Su dolor engullia el tiempo y era más fuerte que él. El dolor era más fuerte que todo. Todas las cosas estaban hechas de dolor. Ella estaba sufriendo, y en su vida sólo consistía en este sufrimiento. Cada respiración era dolor. «La nada era tranquila y buena» - pensó lentamente-

I'll exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.

If she only knew that all of his poems had been written to her and no one else, every single one, even the one to Night, even the one to the Spirit of the Swamp. But that was something she should never know.

What have you done to your eyes? They're all red. Have you been crying?' 'No,' he answers, laughing, 'but I've been staring into my fairy tales, where the sun is very strong.