Quotes About Emotions

Self-love is bad, and makes the eyes sad. #Inspiration

Self-love is bad, and makes the eyes sad.

Though divorce be hard, two never met but had to part.

Weeping bride, laughing wife; laughing bride, weeping wife.

Books can also provoke emotions. And emotions sometimes are even more troublesome than ideas. Emotions have led people to do all sorts of things they later regret-like, oh, throwing a book at someone else.

A god could hardly love and be wise.

An angry father is most cruel towards himself.

An angry father is most cruel toward himself.

An angry man is again angry with himself when he returns to reason.

Ready tears are a sign of treachery, not of grief.

The gods never let us love and be wise at the same time.

The prompter the refusal, the less the disappointment.

A smile has the power to fill your heart with love and light."

Each and every meditation practice brings internal emotional healing in one way or other.

Every person is fighting an internal battle today, but when we choose to be Joyful, knowingly or unknowingly we are spreading happiness in this world!

Every person is fighting an internal battle. Be Non-judgemental!

Some days are harder than the others. Some days the smile is just for pictures. Some days force you to think about the uncertainties rising everyday. Some days are just going to change us forever. Some days!"

A hearty laugh gives one a dry cleaning, while a good cry is a wet wash.

Don't eat your heart.

In anger we should refrain both from speech and action.

every triangle is a love triangle if you love triangles

A good Soul hath neither too great joy, nor too great sorrow: for it rejoiceth in goodness; and it sorroweth in wickedness. By the means whereof, when it beholdeth all things, and seeth the good and bad so mingled together, it can neither rejoice greatly; nor be grieved with over much sorrow.

These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just which Joe would rise with the sun that day.

The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.