Violent Emotions Quotes

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.

The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of disgust.

Anger is the mother of a whole brood of evil actions. Divorce too often is the bitter fruit of anger.

When their love was not reciprocated, it could quickly turn to violent hatred.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

Emotional occasions, especially violent ones, are extremely potent in precipitating mental rearrangements. The sudden and explosive ways in which love, jealousy, guilt, fear, remorse, or anger can seize upon one are known to everybody. . . . And emotions that come in this explosive way seldom leave things as they found them.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

True love, especially first love, can be so tumultuous and passionate that it feels like a violent journey.

When you're eighteen your emotions are violent, but they're not durable.

Anger is a violent act, envy a constant habit - no one can be always angry, but he may be always envious.

All violent feelings have the same effect. They produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things, which I would generally characterize as the pathetic fallacy.

The little depression I experienced during my manic-depression was not like depression as anyone else had ever described it. It was very violent and angry, and I was full of rage. I wasn't lying in bed.

The hatred of relatives is the most violent.

It doesn't need to be that violent and crazy and wild. Having experienced it, you don't belong to yourself anymore. You belong to the passion... It's something you have to go through to learn what passion is about.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

Long-protracted suffering is apt to exhaust not only the invalid, but the compassion of others; violent emotions cannot be prolonged endlessly.

In nature the most violent passions are silent; in tragedy they must speak and speak with dignity too.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.