Quotes About Emotion

Then the king stood up, tore his clothes, and lay down on the ground; and all his servants stood by with their clothes torn.

You love those who hate you and hate those who love you! For you have made it clear today that the commanders and soldiers mean nothing to you. I know today that if Absalom were alive and all of us were dead, it would have pleased you!

Sullen and angry, the king of Israel went home to Samaria.

Soon his wife Jezebel came in and asked, “Why are you so sullen that you refuse to eat?”

Elisha fixed his gaze steadily on him until Hazael became uncomfortable. Then the man of God began to weep.

The people could not distinguish the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people were making so much noise. And the sound was heard from afar.

While Ezra prayed and made this confession, weeping and falling facedown before the house of God, a very large assembly of Israelites—men, women, and children—gathered around him, and the people wept bitterly as well.

Now in the month of Nisan, in the twentieth year of King Artaxerxes, when wine was set before him, I took the wine and gave it to the king. I had never been sad in his presence,

so the king said to me, “Why is your face sad, though you are not ill? This could only be sadness of the heart.” I was overwhelmed with fear

Nevertheless, Haman restrained himself and went home. And calling for his friends and his wife Zeresh,

I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.

fear and trembling came over me and made all my bones shudder.

Then a spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body bristled.

For resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple.

If I were to say, ëI will forget my complaint and change my expression and smile,í

Why has your heart carried you away, and why do your eyes flash,

Distress and anguish terrify him, overwhelming him like a king poised to attack.

Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?

My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;

You who tear yourself in anger—should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?

“So my anxious thoughts compel me to answer, because of the turmoil within me.

Is my complaint against a man? Then why should I not be impatient?

Look at me and be appalled; put your hand over your mouth.

If I smiled at them, they did not believe it; the light of my countenance was precious.