Quotes About Emotions

Tears of joy are better than smiles of sorrow.

I love morning television because it's the most vulnerable time of day, when you are at your rawest, and if I have the ability to make viewers smile, that's a gift from God.

When I remember my mother, it makes me really sad. But, when I remember my father, it makes me smile.

One quick way to destroy a society is through its music.

In a competitive society, the thing people fear the most is love.

Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings, and yet be very respectable.

Society needs to condemn a little more and understand a little less.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

To be loved is a strength. To love is a weakness.

I never hated a man enough to give him his diamonds back.

Getting divorced just because you don't love a man is almost as silly as getting married just because you do.

So liebesüberströmt, so kussüberfallen wie Mia, Franz und Henri neben Dir aufwachen, können sie keinen Schaden nehmen. Das ist nicht möglich. Wenn doch, nur den üblichen kleinen Schaden. Den alle Menschen nehmen.

Ja, ich wollte versuchen, dankbar zu sein, aber es geht nicht, Johanna, die Kinder haben mein Leben verdreht, und keiner hat mir gesagt, es würde so kommen, als sei das eines der größten Geheimnisse der Menschheit und niemand dürfte es preisgeben.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

And so it was that the two of us, out of a shared and confused hatred, performed an act that looked like love, but while our bodies sought each other and came together we were both thinking and speaking of him all the time, of nothing but him.

For one who is having no personal experience, the passionate disquiet of others is at any rate a titillation of the nerves, like seeing a play or listening to music.

Happy people are poor psychologists.

Long-protracted suffering is apt to exhaust not only the invalid, but the compassion of others; violent emotions cannot be prolonged endlessly.

Only a numskull is pleased at being a so-called "success" with women, only a dunderhead is puffed up by it. A real man is much more likely to be dismayed at realizing that a woman has lost her heart to him when he can't reciprocate her feelings.

The sight of a wedding always has a disturbing effect on young girls; at such moments a mysterious sense of solidarity with their own sex takes possession of them.

Dostoevsky was the first to reveal to us this teeming multiplicity of emotions, this complexity of our spiritual universe.

As far as love is concerned, possession, power, fusion and disenchantment are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.