Quotes About Emotion

But there was, she knew, something else. Happiness, she supposed. Whatever that might be. What, exactly, she wondered, was happiness. Very positively she wanted it.

I think," she said at last, "that being a mother is the cruellest thing in the world.

en aquella semana me mordías los dedos con frecuencia porque pensabas que tenía malas intenciones; haciéndome daño, te anticipabas a mi traición; por mi parte, me odiaba porque eso me gustaba, me daban ganas de traicionarte para que me volvieras a morder

Nostalgia is basically the ability to forget the things that sucked.

if you talk to a man in a second language , your talking to his brain ,if you talk to him in his mother language you're talking to his heart -

I loved it in the unconditional way that children love their first home.

Never forget that the most powerful force on earth is love.

Ou a mulher é fria ou morde. Sem dentada não há amor possível.

Edgardina sempre de preto; e feliz, envaidecida, porque a dor não arrefecia no seu coração.

Porque o mineiro só é solidário no câncer. Mamãe, o mineiro só é solidário no câncer. d. ivete (furiosa) Ã¢â'¬â€ Não repete! (Edgard recua diante da mãe, com cheque numa mão e o isqueiro aceso, na outra.) edgard — O mineiro só é solidário no câncer! d. ivete (como uma louca) Ã¢â'¬â€ Chega! Chega! (A velha tapa os ouvidos.) edgard

Mr. White, Heath's sixth-grade teacher, once told the class that hatred wasn't the worst emotion; the worst emotion was indifference. She'd not understood what Mr. White meant until this night.

A cipher, Anna thought, one of those people who by choice or genetics is incapable of stirring up much emotion.

No wonder man was always out to conquer Nature, Anna thought. He can't bear it that she doesn't love him, or even hate him. She simply doesn't give a damn.

Anna drove with the window rolled down, breathing in the essence of autumn: an exhalation of a forest readying itself for sleep, a smell so redolent with nostalgia a pleasant ache warmed her bones and she was nagged with the sense of a loss she could not remember.

She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.

Feeling a state produces that state.

Whenever your feeling is in conflict with your wish, feeling will be the victor.

Desire is the mainspring of the mental machinery. It is a blessed thing. It is a right and natural craving which has a state of consciousness as its right and natural satisfaction.

You never draw out of the deep of yourself that which you want; you always draw that which you are, and you are that which you feel yourself to be as well as that which you feel as true of others.

Desires expressed, or pressed out, result in the passing of that particular desire. Man cannot possess a thing and still desire to possess it at one and the same time. So, as one consciously appropriates the feeling of being the thing desired, this desire to be the thing passes—is realised.

No, you cannot know this intellectually, you cannot debate it, you cannot substantiate it. You can only feel it. You can only be aware of it.

A change of feeling is a change in destiny.

A Change of Feeling, Is a Change of Destiny" –

If persisted in, whatsoever you are intensely emotional about you will experience in your world.