Quotes About Emotions

When the cobwebs and dust pile up, all the musty thoughts and forgotten emotions get caught in their webs and attract spirits and all sorts of chaotic energy.

Humans have so many concerns about being grown-up. Emotions are emotions, whether you're an adult or a child.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?' 'You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

With this first letter I sent fourteen watercolors, including Nostalgia of the Orient, Glorious Sunset at Sea, Distressed Stars on Earth, Deep Sorrow, Kingdom of Ferns, Abandoned Heart, and Rye and Rainbow.

posit by W. B. Yeats: "Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

We sat grown quiet at the name of love. We saw the last embers of daylight die And in the trembling blue-green of the sky A moon, worn as if it had been a shell Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell About the stars and broke in days and years.

Sometimes pus Sometimes a poem. Something always burst out. And always pain.

If only it were possible to grasp the moment when two people first become strangers to each other.

i smile. things taken for granted have a way of catching you offguard when you least expect it, and then you're taken by what the portuguese calls saudade, a sense of longing for something, someone not there anymore.

In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

They tell me, shaking their heads: "You should be kinder. You are somehow furious". I used to be kind. It didn't last long.

Life is a rainbow which also includes black," from "Guardian," 1987

Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?

You're afraid of it because it's stronger than you, you hate it because you're afraid of it, you love it because you can't master it. You can only love something that refuses to be mastered.

Besides, I can't, I no longer have the strength to destroy this painful piece of myself, which might turn out to be the piece I value most.

It's clear: if there is no good reason for enviousness, the denominator of the fraction of happiness is brought to zero and the fraction is transformed into a glorious infinity.

Then you love it. For if you fear it because it is stronger than you, hate it because you fear it, you love it. For you cannot subject it to yourself. One loves only the things one cannot conquer.

Is it possible that that insanity called love and jealousy does exist, and not only in the idiotic books of the ancients? What seems most strange is that I, I! … Equations, formulae, figures, and suddenly this! I can't understand it, I can't!

I'm like a machine being run over its RPM limit. The bearings are overheating: a minute longer and the metal will melt and start dripping and that will be the end of everything. I need a splash of cold water, logic; I pour it on in buckets but the logic hisses on the hot bearings and dissipates in the air as a fleeting white mist

Homo sapiens is only man, in the fullest sense of the word, when his grammar contains no question marks, only exclamation marks, commas, and periods. And so today, at

Isn't it clear that bliss and envy are the numerator and the denominator of the fraction known as happiness?

L?ncile genelor se dau la o parte, m? las? s? p?trund - È™i... Cum s? descriu ce face cu mine acest ritual str?vechi, stupid, minunat, când buzele ei le ating pe ale mele? Prin ce formul? s? exprim aceast? vijelie, care m?tur? totul din suflet, în afar? de ea? Da, da, din suflet - n-aveÈ›i decât s? râdeÈ›i, dac? vreÈ›i.

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