Quotes About Emotions

Difficile è credere in una cosa quando si è soli, e non se ne può parlare con alcuno. Proprio in quel tempo Drogo si accorse come gli uomini, per quanto possano volersi bene, rimangono sempre lontani; che se uno soffre il dolore è completamente suo, nessun altro può prenderne su di sé una minima parte; che se uno soffre, gli altri per questo non sentono male, anche se l'amore è grande, e questo provoca la solitudine della vita.

That's silly, it always happens at the last moment – it's so tiresome packing,' said Drogo purposely, as if he had not understood her undertone of feeling. It needed a word, a simple phrase to tell her that he was sorry she was leaving. But Drogo did not want to ask for anything – at that moment he was really not capable of it, he would have felt he was lying. So he said nothing and gave a vague smile.

Ma tu - adesso ci penso - sei troppo lontana, centinaia e centinaia di chilometri difficili a valicare. Tu sei dentro a una vita che ignoro, e gli altri uomini ti sono accanto, a cui probabilmente sorridi, come a me nei tempi passati. Ed è bastato poco tempo perché ti dimenticassi di me. Probabilmente non riesci più a ricordare il mio nome. Io sono ormai uscito da te, confuso fra le innumerevoli ombre. Eppure non so pensare che a te, e mi piace dirti queste cose.

Cum de pot oare animalele, care nu È™tiu ce înseamn? s? fii condamnat la solitudine, s? se joace singure, iar omul nu poate, È™i, dac? încearc? s-o fac?, îl cuprinde curând o neliniÈ™te È™i mai mare?

?i cu nenum?rate suferinÈ›e e d?ruit? lumea, dar muÈ™c?turile invidiei sunt printre r?nile cele mai aprige, mai profunde, mai greu de cicatrizat È™i cu mult mai demne de mil? decât oricare altele.

ninguém mais pode tomar para si uma mínima parte dela; que, se alguém sofre, os outros não vão sofrer por isso, ainda que o amor seja grande, e é isso o que causa a solidão da vida.

In un momento Sono sfiorite le rose I petali caduti Perché io non potevo dimenticare le rose Le cercavamo insieme Abbiamo trovato delle rose Erano le sue rose erano le mie rose Questo viaggio chiamavamo amore Col nostro sangue e colle nostre lagrime facevamo le rose Che brillavano un momento al sole del mattino Le abbiamo sfiorite sotto il sole tra i rovi Le rose che non erano le nostre rose Le mie rose le sue rose P. S. E così dimenticammo le rose.

Most men are within a finger's breadth of being mad.

The human capacity for unhappiness is so enormous that the entire world cannot fill it.

the neurotic is very often psychic, and the psychic is very often neurotic.

He had a sudden twinge of conscience concerning his responsibilities at the seaside villa, but dismissed it as quixotic. What he was doing was harming no one, and the blessing and peace of it all was so great a boon. He had tried cutting it off drastically once, and the result had been an explosion of emotion he had no mind to precipitate again. What earthly need was there to give up his dream-woman who harmed nobody and helped him so tremendously?

Very interestingly do the four Tarot cards assigned to Netzach reveal the nature of the Venusian influence as it comes, down the planes. They teach us a very important lesson, for they show how essentially unstable this force is unless it is rooted in spiritual principle. The lower forms of love are of the emotions, and essentially unreliable; but the higher love is dynamic and energising.

More tears began to flow, but tears of rage this time. Mona was furious with herself, with Hugh, but above all, with Jelkes, whom she recognised as acting as a kind of conscience to the pair of them.

Crying is cleansing. There's a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.

Happiness is the exception-joy a rarity-the normal feeling most human beings have is discontent or longing... maybe there's an evolutionary purpose.

Some days are just bad days, that's all. You have to experience sadness to know happiness, and I remind myself that not every day is going to be a good day, that's just the way it is!

And I understand now, maybe not completely, but more, that in times of overwhelming joy, immobile sadness, hysterical laughter, absolute fear, and sometimes just perfect quiet there is Life. Real Life. And it really is that simple. I take my gift now. I go live.

At the end of the night they all seemed so happy. Maybe it was just because they hadn't seen each other in a while, but as they all gathered around hugging, kissing, and well-wishing each other, I found myself feeling for the first time in my life like maybe I'd missed out on something.

I realize now that the reason we often feel so bad about change is because of all those beautiful things that happen in our lives. I mean, I can't remember ever feeling sad about many things other than a great memory. I believe in contentment and love and laughter. I believe when we fear for our content it is then, most of all, we feel sadness.

Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.

Suffering is the decay of the heart; all that we have loved becomes the 'forbidden' when we have not understood it all...

But death is intimacy walking backward. We are crazed with grief when she, who once permitted us, leaves to us the only recollection.