emotional cycle Quotes

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

We laugh and laugh. Then cry and cry- Then feebler laugh, Then die.

Anger begets more anger, and forgiveness and love lead to more forgiveness and love.

Ten years ago, I still feared loss enough to abandon myself in order to keep things stable. I'd smile when I was sad, pretend to like people who appalled me. What I now know is that losses aren't cataclysmic if they teach the heart and soul their natural cycle of breaking and healing.

Joy always came after pain.

The tragedy of our lives is that, while we suffer from the wounds afflicted on us by those who love us, we cannot avoid wounding those we want to love.

The one thing we ought to worry about is the propensity of this country to overreact, and to engage in cycles of bitterness.

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

Many years ago in a period commonly know as Next Friday Afternoon, there lived a King who was very Gloomy on Tuesday mornings because he was so Sad thinking about how Unhappy he had been on Monday and how completely Mournful he would be on Wednesday.

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Rock n' roll can get quite overwhelming. You can get caught up in the cycle.

Joy came always after pain.

That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.

As soon as I have begun to fear I have ceased to fear.

If you can't forgive yourself, you think you're never going to be able to forgive yourself, and you repeat the same behavior.

The heart of man ever finds a constant succession of passions, so that the destroying and pulling down of one proves generally tobe nothing else but the production and the setting up of another.

Good thinking brings good feeling and good feeling brings good thinking.

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

In the human heart one generation of passions follows another; from the ashes of one springs the spark of the next.

I've learned a lot about grief, that it really is something that goes in cycles.

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.