Quotes About Mood

Quienes conocen la estrecha relación entre el estado de ánimo de una persona —su valor y su esperanza, o la falta de ambos— y la capacidad de su sistema inmunológico comprenderán que la pérdida repentina de esperanza puede desencadenar un desenlace mortal. La

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.

All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at their ease and at their best; a mood of the general mind which they interpret and indeed almost discover, so that we come to read them rather for that than for any story or character or scene of seperate excellence.

Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.

The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks. An emotion or a mood—a mere wisp of color—is shaded off and made to spread until it becomes one with all that surrounds it.

Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is the romantic. He is here.

In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy.

This susceptibility to impressions had been his undoing, no doubt. Still at his age he had, like a boy or a girl even, these alternations of mood; good days, bad days, for no reason whatever, happiness from a pretty face, downright misery at the sight of a frump.

This susceptibility to impressions had been his undoing no doubt. Still at his age he had, like a boy or a girl even, these alternations of mood; good days, bad days, for no reason whatever, happiness from a pretty face, downright misery at the sight of a frump. After

This susceptibility to impressions had been his undoing, no doubt. Still at his age he had, like a boy or a girl even, these alternations of mood; good days, bad days, for no reason whatever, happiness from a pretty face, downright misery at the sight if a frump.

I had always thought that wringing one's hands was a fictional gesture — the obscure outcome, perhaps, of some medieval ritual; but as I took to the woods, for a spell of despair and desperate meditation, this was the gesture ("look, Lord, at these chains!") that would have come nearest to the mute expression of my mood.

Para mí, una obra de ficción sólo existe en la medida en que me proporciona lo que llamaré, lisa y llanamente, placer estético, es decir, la sensación de que es algo, en algún lugar, relacionado con otros estados de ánimo en que el arte (curiosidad, ternura, bondad, éxtasis) es la norma.

He didn't want to believe that her broken engagement had anything to do with his good mood. And he damn sure didn't want to think it had anything to do with his recently rediscovered ability to do his job well.

Nancy began again, and she knew she was going to off-load to Infante the anger she had caught from the kid. Life was just a long game of emotional tag, one bad mood passing from person to person.

Dude, it's Jocelyn, I (Jordan) say looking over my shoulder nervously [...] - This isn't Jocelyn, B.J says sighing. It's Jordan. Dude, try to play a better trick than that. You sound nothing like her. Plus your number came up on my caller ID. PS: maybe I'm just in a very good mood, but I keep laughing while reading this book, there are plenty of scenes that make me smile, and this is one of them.. it's just hilarious how silly and funny these characters are ;))

One large soy latte." [...] "You mean a Venti," [...] "What?" I ask "A Venti," he says. " that's what we call larger here. You know that Hannah." "Well, whatever," I say, my bad mood deepening. "Whatever you call them, that's what I want." They should just call them larger. How stupid.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be.

You don't feel like smiling? Then what? Force yourself to smile. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy.

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There ain't much credit in that.

I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.

I am in a ridiculous humour,' quoth Eugene; 'I am a ridiculous fellow. Everything is ridiculous. Come along!