Quotes About Emotion

Bunlar? okuduktan sonra ba??m? yana çevirip yüreÄŸime saplanan sanc?y? belli etmemek için elimden geleni yapt?m. Onu çok sevdiÄŸimin fark?ndayd?m ama, o ana kadar derecesini bilmediÄŸimi anlam??t?m.

Sen yan?mda olmad???ndan ölmek karar?m, daha doÄŸrusu yaÅŸamaya kar?? duyduÄŸum nefret deÄŸiÅŸmeden, bütün gücüyle sürüp gidiyor.

All the woman flushed up in Marian's face as I spoke.

The woman never lived yet who could cast a true-love out of her heart because the object of that love was unworthy of her. All

Gracias a Dios soy yo un ser que reacciona orgánicamente por encima de la razón! (...) Aprovéchense, mis buenos amigos, se lo ruego, de este ejemplo. Se evitarán así muchas molestias enojosas. Cultiven la supremacía de los sentimientos sobre la razón y verán entonces cómo le cortan las garras a todo ser cuerdo que intente arañarlos, por el propio bien de ustedes.

mong the hundred thousand mysterious influences which a man exercises over a woman who loves him, I doubt if there is any more irresistible to her than the influence of his voice. I am not one of those women who shed tears on the smallest provocation: it is not in my temperament, I suppose. But when I heard that little natural change in his tone my mind went back (I can't say why) to the happy day when I first owned that I loved him. I burst out crying.

Grief has this that is noble in it—it accepts all sympathy, come whence it may. She

Among the hundred thousand mysterious influences which a man exercises over a woman who loves him, I doubt if there is any more irresistible to her than the influence of his voice. I am not one of those women who shed tears on the smallest provocation: it is not in my temperament, I suppose. But when I heard that little natural change in his tone my mind went back (I can't say why) to the happy day when I first owned that I loved him. I burst out crying.

You were restless? I was thinking of you.

Human behavior, says Plato, flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge.

passion without reason is blind, reason without passion is dead.

For one and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent. For example, music is good to the melancholy, bad to mourners, and indifferent to the dead.

Nothing could be so injurious to health as the Stoic repression of desire; what is the use of prolonging a life which apathy has turned into premature death?

Laplace is reported to have said on his deathbed that science was mere trifling, and that nothing was real but love.

Passion without reason is blind, reason without passion is dead. Thought should not lack the heat of desire, nor desire the light of thought.

Even though it consumes us in its service and overwhelms us with tragedy, even though it breaks us down with separations, let it be first. How can it matter what price we pay for love?

The fundamental condition of genius is an abnormal predominance of sensibility and irritability over reproductive power.

Grief, Mom discovered, was not a problem you could fix, a loose screw you could tighten, a math problem you could solve, a child whose pain you could comfort. It just sat there in your stomach and didn't move. Sometimes it grew, sometimes it shrank, but it was always, always there. That was the hardest part, she said, harder than anything else, before or after. The grief doesn't leave. It becomes a part of you. Either you learn to live with it or you die.

We build our understanding of the emotional world through the myths and legends of our culture. We are all, in part, made of fairy tales.

We are betrayed by our maps of salience. They plot our narratives, identify our enemies and then coat them in distorting layer of loathing and dread. We feel that hunch - withdraw - and then conduct a post factum search for evidence that justifies it. We are motivated to fight our foes because we are emotional about them, but emotion is the territorial scent-mark of irrationality.

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death.

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face;

Los Sexos nacidos del Orgullo y la Vergüenza florecieron en la mañana y en la noche murieron; mas la Piedad cambió la Muerte en Sueño; los Sexos se irguieron para obrar y llorar.