I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
I’m an actor who believes we all have triggers to any stage of emotion. It’s not always easy to find but it’s still there.
I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
I was formed for happiness; my nature is confiding and animated; but sorrow excites me to a degree that threatens my reason, nay, my life.[Je suis née pour le bonheur; mon caractère est confiant, mon imagination est animée; mais la peine excite en moi je ne sais quelle impétuosité qui peut troubler ma raison ou me donner la mort.]
He liked to observe emotions; they were like red lanterns strung along the dark unknown of another’s personality, marking vulnerable points.
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words…
Few people, when they love no longer, but feel shame for having loved.[Il n’y a guère de gens qui ne soient honteux de s’être aimés quand ils ne s’aiment plus.]
Fear is our deepest and strongest emotion, and the one which best lends itself to the creation of Nature-defying illusions.
Emotions were imprecise and untidy, a waste of energy that could not move the smallest grain of sand one inch, while logic could move the world.
Emotions come and go and can’t be controlled, so there’s no reason to worry about them. That in the end, people should be judged by their actions, since in the end, it was actions that defined everyone.
Elderly women were as tough as nails but it seemed that men got softer as they aged; their emotions caught them off guard, as if some protective barrier had been worn away by time.
Each time you indulge in the emotion of anger or the behavior of yelling at a loved one, you reinforce the neural connection and increase the likelihood that you’ll do it again.
