Quotes About Mood

I'm a sucker for quotes and cheesy rom-coms. I have quotes all around my house, and I'm always in the mood for a rom-com. Always.

I go in and out of season. I won't write for months, and then all of a sudden, I'll write like I've got a fever.

I was very much into buying contemporary art, but I've just decided I want to get rid of it all. Not that it's not great art, but all of a sudden my mood has changed, and I want to go back to seventeenth- and eighteenth-century masters.

I have often noticed how primate groups in their entirety enter a similar mood. All of a sudden, all of them are playful, hopping around. Or all of them are grumpy. Or all of them are sleepy and settle down. In such cases, the mood contagion serves the function of synchronizing activities.

When I'm in certain moods, a conversation will start up in my head, and suddenly I'll realize that the language has reached a very high and interesting level, and then lines and stanzas will just kind of appear, full-blown.

My house is filled with books, most of which I have read, some of which I intend to eventually get to. I'm always reading at least one work of fiction and one work of non-fiction simultaneously. Whatever mood I'm in, there's always a book nearby to suit it.

Wear what you feel comfortable in and what suits your mood.

I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.

I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.

When you're from Cali and it's always sunny, you kind of want some rain.

A cloudy day or a little sunshine have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most recent blessings or misfortunes.

I work much better in sunshine. It's drizzle and grayness that I don't like.

Like sunshine, music is a powerful force that can instantly and almost chemically change your entire mood.

The reality is that if religion is to be treated with intellectual respect, then it must stand the test of truth, regardless of the mood of the day.

The wind whistled, was cool: it was an early autumn evening, no longer a late summer one.

AT DAWN, a juggernaut of thunder wheeled over the stony heavens in a spark-throwing tumult. Rain fell softly on town cupolas, chuckled from rainspouts, and spoke in strange subterranean tongues beneath the windows where Jim and Will knew fitful dreams, slipping out of one, trying another for size, but finding all cut from the same dark, mouldered cloth.

That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain… .

His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.

I said, irritated by his tone. There's no rest for me till she's out in the Indian Ocean and not much of it even then. He puffed at his cigar moodily, as if transformed. Yes. That's what it amounts to, he said in a musing tone. It was as if a ponderous curtain had rolled up disclosing an unexpected Captain Giles. But it was only for a moment, just the time to let him add, Precious little rest in life for anybody. Better not think of it.

They were the most depressing group of people Yossarian had ever been with. They were always in high spirits.

To believe is to accept something as true, or to live in the state of being it; as you sustain this mood, you shall experience the joy of the answered prayer!

The fact that you are feeling unhappy does not entitle you to inflict your bad mood on others.

In a modern dictionary, the noun "melancholy" has two definitions. First, it means "thoughtful or gentle sadness.

What is destiny—a mechanical fact, a theoretical possibility, a concept, a superstition, a mere word? Ian McCullough was inclined to think one or another of these depending upon his mood. Destiny, the seemingly benign verso of fate.