#emotion

Too much stress cannot be laid...upon the admonition that we seek so far as possible to live in the lives of other people. By sharing in the misfortunes of others, and rejoicing in their happiness, you add to your own emotional serenity and stability. ↗

— Ralph Alfred Habas

#p #art

Our emotions can be either corrupted or elevated. Human love was not created to be without premeditated purpose. ↗

— Manis Friedman

#love #art

...emotions fly humans toward art ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#emotions #art

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#emotion #essay #expression #poetry #talent

(On the great colonel Robert Green Ingersoll) There was logic even in his laughter. He passed the cup of mirth, and in its sparkling foam were found the gems of unanswerable truth. Every variety of power was in this orator, – logic and poetry, humor and imagination, simplicity and dramatic art, moral and boundless sympathy. . . The effect on the people was indescribable. The large theatre was crowded from pit to dome. The people were carried from plaudits of his argument to loud laughter at his humorous sentences, and his flexible voice carried the sympathies of the assembly with it, at times moving them to tears by his pathos. ↗

— Moncure Daniel Conway

#logic #mirth #pathos #reason #respect

You had to break, to be unbroken. In the brokenness, I had found, that which was unbroken. That which was perfect, and beautiful, and complete. ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#healing-in-the-hurting-places #healing-the-emotional-self #imperfections #perfection #beauty

A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#emotional #beauty

Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#inspirational #change

An accident you're in? It marks you on the outside, maybe. Scars your face or your skin-breaks bones,crushes skulls,leaves the body changed. An accident witnessed? You're different on the inside. Maybe there's no cut someone else can see, bu there're always injuries on the inside. Those take a long time to heal. ↗

— Carol Lynch Williams

#emotional-wounds #healing #injuries #change

You are not the mind itself. For You are the Lord God of the mind. All these things are liable to change, but You remain immutable above all things. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#thoughts #change