Quotes About Emotions

Life is a vale of tears in which there are moments you just can't stop giggling.

If you listed all the reasons for your faith, and all the things that make you cry, it would be essentially the same list.

If you can wear the hard times of your life as furrows on your brow, you can wear the good times as a twinkle in your eye.

Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state — it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

The clash between child and adult is never so stubborn as when the child within us confronts the adult in our child.

At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.

Sometimes in life we blow things out of proportion because proportion is so dull.

I look into the faces of people struggling with their own lives, and I do not see strangers.

The greatest gift we give to someone who loves us is simply to be happy.

Looking back on a happy life, one realizes that one was not happy all the time.

The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.

If we would see others as they see themselves, our shyness would soon become compassion.

You can't postpone sorrow, so why would you postpone happiness?

Oh, the things that go through my mind that I never say. Oh, the things I say that never go through my mind.

It's sad when two people who could never part without a kiss come to the point where they never part and so never kiss.

For some it is love undeniably. For others it is making it work, never actually knowing what it is.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

A lovers' quarrel is always about every quarrel you ever had.

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.