#emotions

I've never heard my dad say a bad word about anybody. He always keeps his emotions in check and is a true gentleman. I was taught that losing it was indulgent, a selfish act. ↗

— Hugh Jackman

#act #always #anybody #bad #check

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions. ↗

— Ella Maillart

#describe #emotions #words

I felt like I was betraying my family. But I knew that trying to explain my emotions in a movie like this was more important than leaving them unspoken. ↗

— John Robinson

#emotions #explain #family #felt #i

A woman will allow herself to be clouded by her emotions. Her reasonable thought becomes completely unreasonable over the most ridiculous thing. It's a girl thing. ↗

— Lea DeLaria

#becomes #clouded #completely #emotions #girl

Music can describe emotions far more accurately than words ever can. As soon as I realised that, I knew music was where I wanted to be. ↗

— Johnny Rotton

#describe #emotions #ever #far #i

The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think. ↗

— Horace Walpole

#emotions #life #perspective #thinking #tragedy

Love is the hero of all emotions. My love for you is a superhero, and it looks great hidden behind a mask. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #hero #humor #love #age

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#dissatisfaction #emotions #teenagers #anger

and it was the pretending that might explain how she could smile so brightly while her mind felt nothing - as if, at these times, there existed a disconnection between outer and inner, a shutting off, and the key to her happiness lay in warding off pain, or dodging it, or pushing it into the shape of something else - like shame or anger or even hope. ↗

— Sue Saliba

#emotions #anger

But no: he was empty, he was confronted by a vast anger, a desperate anger, he saw it and could almost have touched it. But it was inert - if it were to live and find expression and suffer, he must lend it his own body. It was other people's anger. "Swine!" He clenched his fists, he strode along, but nothing came, the anger remained external to himself. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#emptiness #philosophy #age