Quotes About Emotions

Anger made for hasty decisions and rash words that sometimes were hard to take back.

As Tam had taught him long ago, he formed a single flame in his mind and fed his fears into it, seeking emptiness, the stillness of the void. The flame seemed to grow until it enveloped everything, until it was too large to contain or imagine any longer. With that it was gone, leaving in its place a sense of peace. At its edges, emotions still flickered, fear and anger like black blotches, but the void held. Thought skimmed across its surface like pebbles across ice.

but who can know the heart of a man? Not even he himself, I suspect. A man is the easiest animal to put on a leash, and the hardest to keep leashed. Even when he chooses it himself.

More than once Nynaeve had been shocked at her own cruelty, even while she was delighted at her inventiveness.

It should, Daigian said. Eben is dead. Would you want to forget your pain if you lost that hulking giant of yours? Have your feelings for him cutaway like some spoiled chunk of flesh in an otherwise good roast? Nynaeve opened her mouth but stopped. Would she? It wasn't that simple—her feelings for Lan were genuine, and not due to a bond. He was her husband, and she loved him.

Lews Therin hummed even harder, making Rand wish the man had a face so he could hit him.

It was beyond unwise to enter battle angry. Anger narrowed the vision and made for foolish choices.

Mat, a very wise woman once told me that time would heal my wounds, that time smoothed everything over. I didn't believe her. Only

Why, Perrin, you must know that I love you." She stood there, watching his mouth work, then spoke slowly and carefully. "Like a brother, you great wooden-headed lummox! The arrogance of men never ceases to amaze me. You all think everything has to do with you, and every woman has to desire you.

Letting emotions go clouds judgment for a moment, but holding them in clouds it always. Just

A weeping woman is a bucket with no bottom." Lini had been full of sayings like that.

Las heridas infligidas al orgullo se recuerdan mucho más tiempo que las del cuerpo.

No need to shriek like a cat," Nynaeve growled, appearing in the stairwell. She was looking back over her shoulder down the stairs, though. "You hold her tight, you hear me?" she shrieked like a cat.

Si alguna vez te enamoras de una mujer, Rand, abandónala y deja que encuentre a otro. Será el mejor regalo que puedes hacerle.

Maldito Rand al'Thor!» Una se enamoraba de un hombre y acababa haciendo la colada, aunque la ropa perteneciera a otro hombre.

a general can take care of the living or weep for the dead, but he cannot do both.

He seemed composed now, too much so, a boiling teakettle with the lid strapped down and the spout plugged.

Women just purely enjoyed planting needles in a man.

Finally the gleeman seemed to tire of hearing him say "I will do what I must," and stopped coming. It seemed that he did not want to compose his epic unless it could be full of pained emotion. The man looked frustrated when he stalked off for the last time, cloak fluttering furiously behind him.

She made me like her, and I cannot stop, and I hate her for it!" Said

Sighing, she sat back down again. "Perrin, my father says a general can take care of the living or weep for the dead, but he cannot do both.

sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams. . . .

I won't shout at you! Nyanaeve shouted.

The spiritual path has no negative emotions and we are spiritual beings having human experience. The experiences need courage to complete the cleansing process. It defines the design that conforms to the external definitions of what we are.