Emotional Spectrum Quotes

The opposite of love is not hate. It is fear.

Love and fear are the two opposite ends of the continuum, as far as I'm concerned. When we are not in love, we are in fear.

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

Certainly, I think being depressed is absolutely part of the human condition, it has to be, if there's joy there's its opposite, and it's something you ride if you possibly can.

There is no black-and-white situation. It's all part of life. Highs, lows, middles.

There are only two emotions: love and fear. All positive emotions come from love, all negative emotions from fear. From love flows happiness, contentment, peace, and joy. From fear comes anger, hate, anxiety and guilt. It's true that there are only two primary emotions, love and fear. But it's more accurate to say that there is only love or fear, for we cannot feel these two emotions together, at exactly the same time. They're opposites. If we're in fear, we are not in a place of love. When we're in a place of love, we cannot be in a place of fear.

I can play very annoying girl, very lost girl and then all the things in the spectrum between.

I love walking down the street and seeing faces and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness.

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

Hatred is keener than friendship, less keen than love.

I feel like humor and tragedy are all on the same coin, and it's all a part of the same process as humans as we assimilate reality.

Joy and sorrow are the light and shade of life; without light and shade no picture is clear.

Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.

There are degrees of happiness. You go from one to the other and then back again. It's hard to be completely happy when those around us are suffering and groaning from hunger.

There's a thin line baby. A thing line between love and hate." -Cage York

Fundamentally, we are all in the same place: we're born, we live, and we're going to die. In between, we'll have joy and we'll have sadness.

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain willful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

Happiness is one pole, sadness is another. Blissfulness is one pole, misery is another. Life consists of both, and life is richer because of both. A life only of blissfulness will have extension, but will not have depth. A life of only sadness will have depth, but will not have extension.

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.

Next to the highest peak of happiness, there’s the deepest gap of pain.

Perfect love is to feeling what perfect white is to color. Many think that white is the absence of color. It is not. It is the inclusion of all color. White is every other color that exists, combined. So, too, is love not the absence of an emotion (hatred, anger, lust, jealousy, covetousness), but the summation of all feeling. It is the sum total. The aggregate amount. The everything.

When a child shuts down his painful emotional side, he also loses the ability to express his joyous side. Emotions are a whole. With anger comes the ability to express delight; with sadness comes the ability to express lightheartedness. This is the breadth of emotion that allows an adult to experience intimacy with a spouse, with God, and with his children

Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.