Quotes About Emotion

Like the boy from the expensive prep school who becomes a drug dealer, or the evangelist preacher who steals from his congregation, Augustine had discovered that simply knowing right from wrong was not enough. What's needed is a deeper emotional commitment to rightness and truth. Augustine saw it coming not from our reason or from our conscious will, which bears the stain of Adam, but from our faith.

Any appeal to reason is hopeless, since "reason is, and ought to be, the slave of the passions": and the passions are the root of the problem.

Abelard's love for Héloïse was actually a form of self-love, even self-obsession. "He is a man who does not know his limitations," Bernard confided to a friend. "Nothing in heaven or on earth is hidden from him, except himself.

Ah yet, when all is thought and said, The heart still overrules the head.

My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before.

Feeling is the antithesis of pain...the more pain one feels, the less pain one suffers.

Een mens wordt nu eenmaal meer bepaald door de liefde die hem is onthouden, dan door de liefde die hij kreeg.

Het is mijn redding geweest dat ik mijn verdriet aan de buitenkant draag, waar het niemand kan ontgaan

U houdt van mij,' zei ik 'en daarom verbant u mij. Ik vraag me af wat u zou doen als u mij haatte?

He knew then how the dull flesh of man can be like fire

Well, all the plays that I was trying to write were plays that would grab an audience by the throat and not release them, rather than presenting an emotion which you could observe and walk away from.

The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.

You knew what I wanted." "And you knew what I wanted." "Yeah, to make yourself feel pretty at someone's agony. Fuck you.

One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap.—And I found her bitter.—And I cursed her.

My sad heart foams at the stern.

But, true, I've wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien : Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme, Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien, Par la Nature, -- heureux comme avec une femme.

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

La musique savante manque à notre désir

I am not a prisoner of my reason. - Bad Blood

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré! Les aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer.