Quotes About Emotion

You cannot suffer the past and future because they do not exist. What you are suffering is your memory and your imagination

Love has nothing to do with someone else. It is all about you. It is a way of being. It essentially means you have brought sweetness into your emotion.

Emotional pain is a memory that we choose to hold on to. Subconsciously or consciously.

Emotion is just the juicier part of the thought.

The logical and experiential dimensions of life work in diametrically opposite ways. Logic is not without its uses, but these help only to handle the material aspects of life. If you handle your entire life with logic alone, you will end up a mess.

If you have to be in love, you should not be. The English expression "falling in love" is very significant. You don't climb in love, you don't stand in love, you don't fly in love, you fall in love. Something of you should fall or melt away to accommodate the other. There is a distinction between a transaction and a love affair. A love affair need not be with any particular person; you could be having a great love affair with life itself.

But in rage, you become one with a group; out of rage, you become one with the universe.

You have a sense of time and space only because you are looking at everything through the prism of your Accumulated Karma. But if you go beyond your thought, your emotion, and your body and experience this moment just once, you will never be able to fall out of it.

He was going on four years of longing, of wanting to touch her, taste her, simply be near her.

Fuck me sideways. I love you." My hands stilled before I pushed him off. "Uh. Thanks.

I clung to my tears, refusing to give them to him.

If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.

Art seems to me to be a state of soul more than anything else.

I have always painted pictures where human love floods my colors.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things I love.

Und ehe ich mich's versah, da war's um mich geschehen. Ich war glücklich - wohl zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben. Ein extremes, ein unheimliches Gefühl hatte mich befallen und überwältigt. Ich war verliebt. Halb zog sie mich, halb sank ich hin - ich war verliebt in sie, die Literatur.

Todas las novelas son historias de amor. Voy a sonar cursi, pero es lo que pienso: podemos prescindir de todo, menos del amor.

Happiness for any reason is just another form of misery. —The Upanishads One

Anger cannot be dishonest.

If you are distressed about anything, the pain is not due to the thing but to your own estimate of it.

To change your experience, change your opinion. If you're upset by something outside you, it's not the thing itself that upsets you, but your opinion of it. And it's in your power to wipe away that opinion immediately.

Things of themselves cannot touch the soul at all. They have no entry to the soul, and cannot turn or move it. The soul alone turns and moves itself, making all externals presented to it cohere with the judgements it thinks worthy of itself.