Quotes About Emotions

Men's minds are sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad; moods don't always stay the same! To make an issue of it amounts to harassment.

What I really feel is this, that those who cannot find food for their enthusiasm in a knowledge of their country as it actually is, or those who cannot love men just because they are men—who needs must shout and deify their country in order to keep up their excitement—these love excitement more than their country.

I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

I lose thee, to find thee back again and again, My beloved. Thou leavest me, that I may receive thee all the more, when thou returnest. Thou canst vanish behind the moment's screen Only because thou art mine for evermore, My beloved. When I go in search of thee, my heart trembles, spreading ripples across my love. Thou smilest through thy disguise of utter absence, and my tears sweeten thy smile.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

I tried to bake a cake for my mother's birthday - it took me four hours. It was terrible, and I cried for three days.

You can laugh or you can cry. It is up to you which one you do.

What I notice is that most of us can intellectualise what we see on social media platforms – we know that these images and narratives that are presented aren't real, we can talk about it and rationalise it – but on an emotional level, it's still pushing buttons. If those images or narratives tap into what we aspire to, but what we don't have, then it becomes very powerful.

she had control of her emotions, and no matter what he said or did to her, she chose whether or not she would be happy.

As human beings, we tend to describe our vast universe and complicated emotions by comparing them to things we already know and comprehend. And many of us suffer by comparison.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that you use it so little.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction. { Speech accepting the John Burroughs Medal }

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it's a pity we use it so little.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

When she is with them she is not herself; when she is without them she is not herself; and so it is as difficult to leave your children as it is to stay with them. To discover this is to feel that your life has become irretrievably mired in conflict, or caught in some mythic snare in which you will perpetually, vainly struggle.

I'm not the kind of woman who intuitively understands or sympathises with other women, probably because I don't understand or sympathise all that much with myself.

And the blabbing, the telling, was the messiest thing of all: getting control of language was getting control of anger and shame, and it was hard, hard to turn it around, to take the mess of experience and make something coherent out of it. Only then did you know that you'd got the better of the things that had happened to you: when you controlled the story rather than it controlling you.

I realised,' she said, 'that she was happy for the first time in her life, and I realised too that she would never have known this happiness had she not gone through the unhappiness that preceded it, in precisely the way that she did.

and I immediately felt guilty, while at the same time determined not to have something stolen from me... these two feelings, always coming in a pair...