Quotes About Emotion

You could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.

Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows.

A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.

Revenge is an act which you want to commit when you are powerless and because you are powerless: as soon as the sense of impotence is removed, the desire evaporates also.

His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return

No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred. Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.

Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?

Možda ?ovjeku nije toliko do toga da bude voljen,koliko da bude shva?en.

It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

For a creative writer possession of the truth is less important than emotional sincerity.

And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.

As soon as he touched her she seemed to wince and stiffen. To embrace her was like embracing a jointed wooden image. And what was strange was that even when she was clasping him against her he had the feeling that she was simultaneously pushing him away with all her strength.

Oye, cuantos más hombres hayas tenido más te quiero yo. ¿Lo comprendes?

Quand on aimait, on aimait, et quand on n'avait rien d'autre à donner, on donnait son amour.

it was a stirring tune, something between 'Clementine' and 'La Cucuracha'.

But that was merely an intellectual decision, taken because he knew that he ought to take it. He did not feel it.

Something in his face deeply moved me. It was the face of a man who would commit murder and throw away his life for a friend – the kind of face you would expect in an Anarchist, though as likely as not he was a Communist.

That was above all what he wanted to hear. Not merely the love of one person but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated desire. That was the force that would tear the Party to pieces.

At the sight of the words I love you the desire to stay alive had welled up in him

Suddenly his heart seemed to turn to ice and his bowels to water.

In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his

Antigamente, pensou ele, um homem olhava um corpo de mulher, via que era desejável e pronto. Mas agora não era possível ter amor puro, ou pura lascívia. Não havia mais emoção pura; estava tudo misturado com medo e ódio. A união fôra uma batalha, o clímax uma vitória. Era um golpe desferido no Partido. Era um ato político.

No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.

Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but, on the contrary, that it was impossible to avoid joining in.