Quotes About Emotion

Anger is almost always an emotion for people who wish to control others while simultaneously failing to control themselves.

I think sadness and anger are really fertile ground for comedy. No one is really interested in a happy person doing comedy.

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

One does not kill by anger but by laughter.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

I have this love for [him]. It was formed in me as he himself was formed. It has his shape, you might say. He fits it. He fits into it as he fits into his own clothes. He will always fit into it. When he gets out of the car and I meet him and hug him, there he is, him himself, something of my own forever, and my love goes all around him just as it did when he was a baby and a little boy and a young man grown.

She was another gift, surely, to us all. She was a happiness that made me cry.

She mourns for the future, as the past has taught her. And yet there is a rejoicing in her, persistent and unbidden as the beating of her heart.

There is such a thing as lovesickness for good horses and mules, and for this there is no cure. People who operate machines know nothing like it. This creaturely love can keep one interested all day long in every motion of a good team or a good saddle horse. And not only all day long, but all year round and all life long.

I have this love for Mattie. It was formed in me as he himself was formed. It has his shape, you might say. He fits it. He fits into it as he fits into his clothes. He will always fit into it. When he gets out of the car and I meet him and hug him, there he is, him himself, something of my own forever, and my love for him goes all around him just as it did when he was a baby and a little boy and a young man grown.

It was like falling in love, only more than that; we knew too much by then for it to be only that. It was knowing that love was what it was, and life would not complete it and death would not stop it.

I never shed a tear that day, but all day long I saw Margaret as her father and her grandfather saw her. I loved her that day with my love but also with theirs.

But we had a year when even to look at one another would make us grieve.

Their failure was something you felt rather than saw.

But it was her eyes that most impressed me, they were nearly black and had a liquid luster. The brief laughing look that she had given me made me feel extraordinarily seen, as if after that I might be visible in the dark.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

Grief is love in another form.

It was hell, it was heaven, he was happy, he was scared to death, and he felt as if Satan were right there in this god-for-damned room and he was being butt-fucked by that NVR interrogator again in Muang Sing. Jesus wept, why had they done shit like that to him?

All you have to go on is the faith of a kiss.

Goodbye, my mistress, I whispered. Farewell, my heart.

I have never loved a woman, and by God's grace, I never will.

she shivered and flushed. When she was pregnant

Devo manter meu coração cheio de amor hoje pois de que outra maneira poderei suportar mais este dia?