The emotions of man are stirred more quickly than man’s intelligence.
— The Soul of Man Under Socialism
The emotions of man are stirred more quickly than man’s intelligence.
— The Soul of Man Under Socialism
The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement.
— 1984
Old age has a great sense of calm and freedom when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are free from the grasp, not of one mad master only, but of many.
— The Republic
When you are disturbed by events and lose your serenity, quickly return to yourself and don't stay upset longer than the experience lasts; for you'll have more mastery over your inner harmony by continually returning to it.
— Meditations
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.
— Confessions
Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
— Père Goriot
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.
— The Diary of a Young Girl
Blushing is the most peculiar and most human of all expressions.
— The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals
You wouldn't believe it. It's like a wonderful nightmare.""Sure," I said. "I'd believe anything. Including nightmares." "What's the matter? Feel low?""Low as hell.
— The Sun Also Rises
Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.
— Antony and Cleopatra
I am not a victim of emotional conflicts. I am human.
— Marilyn: Her Life in Her Own Words
One thinks of nothing,’ he continued; ‘the hours slip by. Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blinding with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it seems as if it were yourself palpitating beneath their costumes.
— Madame Bovary
I shall treat the nature and power of the Affects, and the power of the Mind over them, by the same Method by which, in the preceding parts, I treated God and the Mind, and I shall consider human actions and appetites just as if it were a Question of lines, planes, and bodies.
— Complete Works
My pictures are always part of my thinking, and my emotions, tensions, dreams, desires.
Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.
— Le Calvaire
There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison
— Persuasion
Until the coming of another day of fear, they walked in silence with bowed heads.
— The Two Towers
We know too much and feel too little. At least, we feel too little of those creative emotions from which a good life springs.
— Authority and the Individual
Passion has helped us; but can do so no more. It will in future be our enemy. Reason, cold, calculating, unimpassioned reason, must furnish all the materials for our future support and defence.
— Speeches and Writings, 1832-1858
Most of the men had simple souls. They could relate facts, but they said very little about what they dimly felt.
— The Rough Riders
Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.
— The Eclogues
When it comes to love, compassion, and other feelings of the heart, I am rich.
— The Soul of a Butterfly: Reflections on Life's Journey
I feel an army in my fist.
— Die Räuber
He was one of those rare people, rare in our town as elsewhere, who have the courage of their good feelings. What little he told of his personal life vouched for acts of kindness and a capacity for affection that no one in our times dares own to.
— The Plague