Quotes About Emotion

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender.

Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid.

Happiness is a very pretty thing to feel, but very dry to talk about.

Is life a happy sadness? Or a sad happiness?

Aura, he whispered, I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I'd feel like a person again. Like I'm something more than a bunch of light.

I can't forget you, any more than I can forget my own name. He kissed me then, and the world which no longer mattered, completely fell away.

Jeri Smith-Ready

Wherever you are, I whispered, I hope you're smiling.

The world of a borderline, like that of a child, is split into heroes and villains. A child emotionally, the borderline cannot tolerate human inconsistencies and ambiguities; he cannot reconcile another's good and bad qualities into a constant, coherent understanding of that person. At any particular moment, one is either "good" or "evil"; there is no in-between, no gray area. Nuances and shadings are grasped with great difficulty, if at all. Lovers

stillborn love notes provide small satisfaction

We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

Nobody ever loved as he loves, and so, of course, the rest of the world's experience can be no guide in his case.

It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do.  It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me.  I can sit and look at it for hours.  I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.

Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. Also like the measles, we take it only once. One never need be afraid of catching it a second time.

It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.

Sunlight is the life-blood of Nature.  Mother Earth looks at us with such dull, soulless eyes, when the sunlight has died away from out of her.  It makes us sad to be with her then; she does not seem to know us or to care for us.  She is as a widow who has lost the husband she loved, and her children touch her hand, and look up into her eyes, but gain no smile from her.

I had a tame rat when I was a boy, and I loved that animal as only a boy would love an old water-rat

I don't understand German myself.  I learned it at school, but forgot every word of it two years after I had left, and have felt much better ever since.

You can never rouse Harris. There is no poetry about Harries - no wild yearning for the unattainable. Harris never weeps, he knows not why If Harris's eyes fill with tears, you can bet it is because Harris has been eating raw onions, or has put too much Worcester over his chop.

Sunlight is the life-blood of Nature. Mother Earth looks at us with such dull, soulless eyes, when the sunlight has died away from out of her. It makes us sad to be with her then; she does not seem to know us or to care for us. She is as a widow who has lost the husband she loved, and her children touch her hand, and look up into her eyes, but gain no smile from her.

The music of life would be mute if the chords of memory were snapped asunder.

I am aware that what the body does for love is sometimes not. I celebrate reversals. I watch a funeral somewhere at sea.

Don't tell me this town 'aint got no heart

Ainda não sei ao certo de onde vêm as piadas. Talvez de uma mistura emocional de tédio, agressividade, intensa acuidade visual e outro tipo de agilidade da mente que nos permite transformar o que vemos naquilo que queremos ver