Quotes About Mood

Like everybody, you get nights where you feel completely depressed. You start thinking about all the bad things and think about the glass half empty - instead of half full. There's no explanation for it.

There's no doubt that I do have extremes of mood that are greater than just about anybody else I know.

When it comes to our makeup artist asking me, 'So, what do you want today?' I'm like, 'I don't know.' I have no idea what I want that day, or I just go with what I feel.

So this is supposed to be about the how, and when, and why, and what of reading -- about the way that, when reading is going well, one book leads to another and to another, a paper trail of theme and meaning; and how, when it's going badly, when books don't stick or take, when your mood and the mood of the book are fighting like cats, you'd rather do anything but attempt the next paragraph, or reread the last one for the tenth time.

What I needed more than anything was a place where unfocused unhappiness could thrive, where I could be still and worry and mope: I had the blues, and when I watched my team I could unwrap them and let them breathe a little.

What came first—the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?

Qué fue primero: la música o la tristeza? ¿Me dio por escuchar música porque estaba triste? ¿O es que estaba triste porque escuchaba música?

One may feel a sudden wave of sadness and rake his brain for an explanation when he might have noticed that it was caused by a cloud cutting off the rays of the sun.

Okay, you're right about that. But this whole ghost thing's irritating. Park benches are irritating to you in some moods. Depends on whether or not I want to sit down.

He's been very distracted the last few days." "Has he now?" "And short-tempered." Brenna found her appetite coming back. I'm delighted to hear it. I hope he suffers, the donkey's ass." Brenna went through the rest of her workday whistling, her mood bright and her hands nimble. She supposed it wasn't very charitable of her to take pleasure in the idea of another's unhappiness, but she was human, after all.

He's a moody creature,isn't he? she said to the bird. Auntie Em gave one impatient squawk, the extent of her vocabulary. Sounds like she got up on the wrong side of the perch, Alan commented. Oh,no.She's in a good mood if she says anything.

The animals retired to their dens, wandering out when the mood struck them to watch the humans shiver and swear. Bundled to the eyeballs, Lil crossed paths with Tansy.

I tend to equate sadness with intelligence.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

That's the big letdown you'll notice about filming a movie: No underline music. No mood music.

Depending on her mood, Judy Garland can still be more frightening than any demon or devil you might run across.

Haute couture and getting hauter. Fire inches down the foyer wallpaper. Me, for added set dressing I started the fire. Special effects can go a long way to heighten a mood, and it's not as if this is a real house. What's burning down is a re-creation of a period revival house patterned after a copy of a copy of a copy of a mock-Tudor big manor house. It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all?

Mood is painted in the margins: you create the image by negative space, dancing around it without ever saying it. 9.

Writers and actors have some creative ground in common, and so when you're writing a scene and hoping to convey a mood it's not the worst idea to try to put that mood into your headspace -- feel it, if only a little. I'm not saying you have to kill a kitten or punch your mother to feel something -- I just mean, stir up the memory of certain emotions if not the emotion itself. Same way an actor might think about a sad moment to conjure tears on-camera. 23.

Does Being Happy simply Create More Time, in the way that Being Sad, as we all know, slows time and thickens it, like cornstarch in a sauce?)

Resentment was the hinge of her personality.

The paint hung in thin rinds from the ceiling, and the sooty windows turned every hour overcast.

He could be in any mood or any place and, unbidden, it returned.