Quotes About Emotions

Quel che rende speciale qualcosa non è quel che si vince, ma quel che senti di poter perdere.

I address the trophy and the warped reflection: All the pain and suffering you've caused me.

Soon the pain felt wonderful, almost sweet, because it was the kind that you can tell precedes relief. But maybe all pain is like that.

Ho la sensazione di essere stato messo a parte di un piccolo, ignobile segreto – vincere non cambia niente. Adesso che ho vinto uno slam, so qualcosa che a pochissimi al mondo è concesso sapere. Una vittoria non è così piacevole quant'è dolorosa una sconfitta. E ciò che provi dopo aver vinto non dura altrettanto a lungo. Nemmeno lontanamente.

Ho attraversato una grande estate, poi ho perso quella partita. Mi ha spezzato il cuore. Non mi sono mai sentito così solo sul campo o più deluso dal gioco.

Feeling depressed after a loss is one thing, but feeling depressed about nothing, about life in general, is another thing altogether. The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly

I've been let in on a dirty little secret: winning changes nothing. Now that I've won a slam, I know something that very few people on earth are permitted to know. A win doesn't feel as good as a loss feels bad, and the good feeling doesn't last as long as the bad. Not even close.

Figuring out your butterflies, deciphering what they say about the status of your mind and body, is the first step to making them work for you.

I've internalized my father- his impatience, his perfectionism, his rage. I no longer need my father to torture me. From this day on, I can do it all by myself.

Ciò che rende speciale qualcosa non è quel che si vince, ma quel che senti di poter perdere.

When they hand me the trophy I think about vomiting into it

Now that I've won a slam, I know something that very few people on earth are permitted to know. A win doesn't feel as good as a loss feels bad, and the good feeling doesn't last as long as the bad. Not even close.

Voittamisen riemu on pienempi kuin häviämisen tuska, eikä hyvä tunne kestä yhtä kauaa kuin paha, ei läheskään.

Because you hate losing. And divorce is one tough loss.

Me pregunto qué podría llegar a hacer en el tenis si tuviera acceso a esa rabia y fuera capaz de orientarla hacia el otro lado de la red. En cambio, lo que hago es dirigirla toda contra mí mismo.

Pero, ¿y si resulta que estoy jugando lo mejor que sé, si me preocupo, si quiero ganar, y aun así no soy el mejor del mundo? Eso, dímelo tú. ¿Y si no lo eres? Creo que preferiría morir. Me apoyo en la barandilla y sollozo. J. P. tiene la decencia, la sabiduría de no decir ni hacer nada. Sabe que no hay nada que decir, salvo esperar a que se extinga el fuego.

Life is a tennis match between polar opposites. Winning and losing, love and hate, open and closed. It helps to recognize that painful fact early. Then recognize the polar opposites within yourself, and if you can't embrace them, or reconcile them, at least accept them and move on.

The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can't have one without the other.

Most of the time I feel stupid, insensitive, mediocre, talentless and vulnerable—like I'm about to cry any second—and wrong. I've found that when that happens, it usually means I'm writing pretty well, pretty deeply, pretty rawly.

Then she turned on him in a hundred small ways, each of them minor and not unusual when one human being lived with another, but this was like saying that a typhoon was nothing more than single drops of rain pushed by a little wind.

He tried to remember her ever being this way before. In her voice--almost overexuberant--was not simply holiday cheer but joyous relief, like some terminally ill patient who's just been told she's not sick anymore.

Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it?

Happiness is never there to stay [...] Happiness is merely a respite offered by inquietude.

marriage is one thing, and love is another...You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques...