Quotes About Emotions

the music expressed life and explained it and left you having to ask again.

It is hard to do justice to old pleasures that cannot be revived—we seem half to disown our youthful selves, who loved and treasured them.

When Senta started singing it was spellbinding—Daphne said this word to herself with a further shiver of pleasure.

And when he refused to tell her he loved her after having sex, she broke all the dishes until her arms bled and the medics took her away. And he sat and blew Arabesques of smoke.

And when he refused to tell her he loved her after sex, she broke all the dishes until her arms bled and the medics took her away. And he sat and blew Arabesques of smoke.

One day [Rabbi Spear] talked about his theory of happiness. He proposed that human feelings respond only to contrast and change, not to constancy, just as eyesight responds to contrasts of light and dark and to movement. The rabbi speculated that if emotions are similar to eyesight and other senses, then perhaps emotions were developed by nature as a survival mechanism.

It never occurred to me that she might travel from one man to the next to avoid being abandoned. Or to avoid being worshiped like a goddess, a worship she both relished and despised.

He had a problem, like any other problem. The problem just hadn't been well posed. The problem was: Should he leave Penny or not?

Friendships hold fast for decades and then rip without warning.

In another house, a man sits alone at his table, laid out for two. Ten years ago, he sat here across from his father, was unable to say that he loved him, searched through the years of his childhood for some moment of closeness, remembered the evenings that silent man sat alone with his book, was unable to say that he loved him, was unable to say that he loved him.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or of joy.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Isn't it strange how life turns into melodrama?

For to be human is not enough...when gods cry war amidst the thunder.

This had been before the war on drugs, of course, when launching military campaigns against abstract emotions or inanimate materials would have been seen as the behaviour of highly-strung and over-reaching Daleks.

He confirmado que no existe diferencia entre todos los demás y yo! Basta con un mal día para que el hombre más cuerdo del mundo enloquezca. A esa distancia está el mundo de mí. A un mal día.

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if he wept also.

He'd been wrong to tell the freaked-out teenager that it would all get better, because actually it didn't. It just faded to a deep held chord, a pedal-organ drone behind the normal noise of life, a thing that you forgot about and thought you'd put away forever, but it was still there. It was still here. He

Love. His love for Cathy and the kids. That had been one of his protective mantras, he was certain, except love just made things crueller, gave you so much more to lose.

Laurie: Her pain, her fears, her whole life, y' know? I mean, ordinary people, right? All the things that happen to them... doesn't that move you more than a bunch of rubble?

Do we immerse ourselves in fictional horror as a way of numbing our emotions to it's real-life counterpart ?

Who did it? Tell me who did it, you slime! Who murdered Hollis? You tell them! You tell them they're dead! You know how much firepower I have floating out there? I oughtta take out this entire rat-hole neighborhood! I oughtta. . . oughtta break your neck, you. . . you. . . Oh god damn. God damn. God damn. God damn!

S]orrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich ... Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arriving.

And that next day, he was in the black mood, what we call the swartgalligheid, which is the black gall. And the heart is black too, and the world is black, and one can tell oneself that it will pass, but these are only words that one speaks to oneself, for while it is there it is no comfort that it will pass.