Quotes About Emotion

When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.

The same reason makes a man a religious enthusiast that makes a man an enthusiast in any other way ... an uncomfortable mind in an uncomfortable body.

Reason alone is insufficient to make us enthusiastic in any matter.

We are not troubled by things, but by the opinion which we have of things.

Losses are comparative, only imagination makes them of any moment.

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs, jolted by every pebble in the road.

Humor is an attitude. It's a way of looking at life and of telling others how you feel about what's happening around you.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine.

All is fair in love and war.

Sweets to the sweet; farewell!

Say it with flowers.

"I can forgive, but I cannot forget" is only another way of saying, "I will not forgive." Forgiveness ought to be like a canceled note-torn in two and burned up so that it never can be shown against one.

So long as we can lose any happiness, we possess some.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was 1.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another; people are friends in spots.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand.

The most comprehensive formulation of therapeutic goals is the striving for wholeheartedness: to be without pretense, to be emotionally sincere, to be able to put the whole of oneself into one's feelings, one's work, one's beliefs.

"What do you think of God," the teacher asked. After a pause, the young pupil replied, "He's not a think, he's a feel."

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

My debt to you, Beloved, Is one I cannot pay In any coin of any realm On any reckoning day.

Pity costs nothin' and ain't worth nothin'.

Grief is itself a med'cine.

Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional forms and ceremonies.

Perhaps the best function of parenthood is to teach the young creature to love with safety, so that it may be able to venture unafraid when later emotion comes; the thwarting of the instinct to love is the root of all sorrow and not sex only but divinity itself is insulted when it is repressed. To disapprove, to condemn-the human soul shrivels under barren righteousness.