318 Emotions Quotes

I have often seen an actor laugh off the stage, but I don't remember ever having seen one weep.

No, this trick won't work... How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?

Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.

There's nothing on my mind that couldn't be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage.

We are made of emotions. We are all looking for emotions, basically. It's only a question of finding the way to experience them.

Saying that men talk about baseball in order to avoid talking about their feelings is the same as saying that women talk about their feelings in order to avoid talking about baseball.

We are constantly railing against the passions; we ascribe to them all of man's afflictions, and we forget that they are also the source of all his pleasures.

The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.

We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.

I have been, or seemed, hard with everyone because I was carried away by a sort of brutality born of my distrust in myself and my ill-humor. I have felt so badly equipped, so soft, in spite of the fact that my attitude towards art seemed to me so just. I was disgusted with everyone, and especially myself.

The real persuaders are our appetites, our fears and above all our vanity. The skillful propagandist stirs and coaches these internal persuaders.

And I know you're frightened By my laughter But you're not afraid To hold my pain You see I'm never sure Just what you're after, Babe But it seems you only love me When it rains. How come you only love me when it rains?

A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

He submits to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

Mother, you had me, but I never had you.

Forget thyself to marble.

Laughing and crying, you know it's the same release.

The best remedy for a short temper is a long walk.

The passions of the young are vices in the old.

Anger is meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to move where our anger points us. With a little thought, we can usually translate the message that our anger is sending us.

The man who reacts to the universe with a cry of impotent anguish is acceptable as an artist only if he can persuade us that he has sanely considered the other possible reactions and found them inadequate.

Why would I cry over a boy? I would never waste my tears on a boy. Why waste your tears on someone who makes you cry?

Call me bored, but don't call me boring.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

Jealousy does not wait for reasons.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.

I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend

'Can't hear you. I'm inside my protective blanket of fear.'

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

I would like a bat with the words WHAT A ROTTEN WICKET-KEEPER stamped in large letters on the back of it.

I miss the comfort in being sad.

Seeing a murder on television can : help work off one's antagonisms. And if you haven't any antagonisms, the commercials will give you some.

Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue.

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.

Screaming is bad for the voice, but it's good for the soul.

Some people carry their hearts in their heads; very many carry their heads in their hearts. The difficulty is to keep them apart, and yet both actively working together.

'Losing is (series of naughty words).'

I realized a capacity for not feeling lonely carried a very real price, which was the threat of feeling nothing at all.

If you can control your emotions, chances are you don't have too many.

What use is it to slumber here: Though the heart be sad and weary? What use is it to slumber here Though the day rise dark and dreary?

If love does not know how to give and take without restrictions, it is not love, but a transaction that never fails to lay stress on a plus and a minus.

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For jealous people, like dope-fiends, stoop to the lowest level and in the end inspire only disgust and loathing.

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.

Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.

And let our despite go to those who work and fight and our hate to those who hope and trust.

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

La jalousie se nourrit dans les doutes, et elle devient fureur, ou elle finit, sitot qu'on passe du doute a la certitude.

Il y a dans la jalousie plus d'amour-propre que d'amour.

La jalousie nait toujours avec l'amour, mais elle ne meurt pas toujours avec lui.

En amour, celui qui est gueri le premier est toujours le mieux gueri.

Il est plus difficile de dissimuler les sentiments que l'on a que de feindre ceux que l'on n'a pas.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps.

Sunrise doesn't last all morning, a cloudburst doesn't last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It's not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

The pain of sexual frustration, of repressed tenderness, of denied curiosity, of isolation in the ego, of greed, suppressed rebellion, of hatred poisoning all love and generosity, permeates our sexuality. What we love we destroy.

We can put women on Prozac and they will think they are happy, even though they are not. Disturbed animals in the zoo are given Prozac too, which rather suggests that misery is a response to unbearable circumstances rather than constitutional.

It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.

Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry.

When they laugh at one of my jokes... it just gets me right here. [Places his hand on his heart]

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

The chill Miss Trent has her men frustrated to a point at which a mortal male would smack her little mouth, so smooth, so firm, so free of nicotine, alcohol and emotion.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

A teacher who can arouse a feeling for one single good action, for one single good poem, accomplishes more than he who fills our memory with rows on rows of natural objects, classified with name and form.

Joy and sorrow both have part in my solitude.

The world's whole sap is sunk: The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interred; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.

The rags said, 'Well, he was drunk and he was having a huge fight with his girlfriend.' Complete bullshit! But, you know, let's say the guy over here in the bar, he's having a hard day, man, and eventually - one more stubbing of the toe - the guy's gotta hit something. So you punch a wall or do this and that. Fuck it, I'm normal and I want to be normal. But somehow I'm just not allowed to be. Why can't I be human? (1995)

I have a lot of love inside me and a lot of anger inside as well. If I love somebody, then I'm gonna love 'em. If I'm angry and I've got to lash out or hit somebody, I'm going to do it, and I don't care what the repercussions are. Anger doesn't pay rent, it's gotta go. It's gotta be evicted. (1995)

Thank God I never hooked on anything. I never had a monkey on my back. I just wanted to self-medicate, to numb myself through liquor. It's how I dealt with life, reality, stress, change, sadness, memories. The list goes on. I was really trying to feel nothing. (2004)

If someone were to harm my family or a friend or someone I love - I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years - but I would eat them. (2006)

The last thing in my head was a relationship, a girlfriend, anything. I remember the first few days hanging out with Vanessa; in the front of my brain I'm thinking, No way. A real guy thing, you know? No fucking way, man. But somewhere in the back is the real truth, and you know you're fucked. It was practically like I'd said 'Never' - and boom. You know? Boom. (2003)

Am I a romantic? I've seen 'Wuthering Heights' 10 times. I'm a romantic.

Someone asked someone who was about my age: 'How are you?' The answer was, 'Fine. If you don't ask for details.'

Nothing prints more lively in our minds than something we wish to forget.

La envidia es mil veces mas terrible que el hambre, porque es hambre espiritual.

Everything has a limit, even human emotions.

Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.

The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

Bradbury Fisher shuddered from head to foot, and his legs wobbled like asparagus stalks.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame.

Fear... can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy. If you're afraid you don't commit yourself to life completely; fear makes you always, always hold something back.

There are girls who do not like real life... Some of these girls are innocent enough to think that these unreal friendships [with homosexuals] will lead to true love - a kind of sexual intercourse that will happen to them without their having to take too horribly much notice. Even those who are sufficiently sophisticated to know that this will not be so persist in these relationships. They provide an opportunity to lavish emotion on a pseudo-man without paying the price that in heterosexual circumstances would be inevitable.