Quotes About Emotion

don't know why it is given to us to be so mortal and to feel so much. It is a cruel trick, and glorious.

How close the dead are. One song away from the living.

People were "governed more by passion and prejudice than by an enlightened sense of their interests

He later exhibited an unacknowledged dread of death, and Eliza was perhaps the first to intuit it.

It was the first time I had ever seen him show any but pleasant feeling, and there could be no doubt that he was aflame with anger and resentment.

We cannot tell when Rockefeller first felt shame about his father, but this emotion was so consequential for his entire development that we must pause briefly to consider it.

Of course, Rockefeller's poker face concealed deep rage.

One morning, James burst into his office and started swearing violently at Rockefeller, who put his feet up on the desk with imperturbable poise and showed no sign of upset; a fine actor, he always had masterful control of his facial muscles. When James finished, Rockefeller said evenly, "Now James, you can knock my head off but you might as well understand that you can't scare me.

Rawlins let loose a stemwinder of a speech that lasted forty-five minutes. His voice throbbing with emotion, he thundered, "I have been a Democrat all my life; but this is no longer a question of politics. It is simply country or no country. I have favored every honorable compromise; but the day for compromise is passed.

His grandson wrote that Hamilton's personality was "a mixture of aggressive force and infinite tenderness and amiability.

Sometimes Rockefeller gave Gates glimpses into his inner sadness.

Animals never cry. They don't go to pieces and call somebody and go through a box of Kleenex an hour.

He carries what he feels for people deep inside. Even as a kid he was that way," Aunt Margaret said. "Your momma knows that." But I had wondered then as I did now what good love was that couldn't be expressed.

The lift of her heart she'd felt on the outcrop she now felt again, and it wasn't just love. She'd felt love before, known its depths when her mother died. This was something rarer. Happiness, Laurel thought, that must be what this is.

Then it became clear that it was a song, the loneliest sort of song because the notes changed so little, like one bird calling and waiting for another to answer. It was as lonely a sound as she'd ever heard.

It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood. And now this brown-eyed child. Don't love it, Rachel told herself. Don't love anything that can be taken away.

This is what we want," she said, her voice deepening, the emotion so often controlled fully unbridled now. "To be like this always. No past or future, pure enough to live totally in the present.

It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

She's full of trivial sadness

I assure you it made me feel quite quaint and queer.

If she was not pretending, he concluded, then there must be a vulgar streak in her somewhere. Impossible that a man could really be in love with a girl if he could think about vulgar streaks in this way. If

No hay nada ridículo en la #Intimidad, no hay nada escatológico ni repudiable en ese lento fuego doméstico de sudor y de fiebre, de mocos y estornudos, de pedos y ronquidos.

La pasión se ocultaba en los altibajos de su temperamento, en sus crisis melancólicas, en su sensibilidad de nervio en carne viva.

la clave está en el equilibrio entre el porcentaje de desapego y el de sentimiento, en lograr cierta armonía entre el yo que sufre y el yo que controla.