Quotes about Emotions
Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkels and softens the body while it still lives, tots it like a medlar, kills it too at last.
— Aldous Huxley
It's with bad sentiments that one makes good novels.
— Aldous Huxley
Happiness is a hard master - particularly other people's happiness.
— Aldous Huxley
everybody happy and no one ever sad or angry, and every one belonging to every one else...
— Aldous Huxley
Punctured, utterly deflated, he dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, began to weep. A few minutes later, however, he thought better of it and took four tablets of soma. Upstairs in his room the Savage was reading Romeo and Juliet.
— Aldous Huxley
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness.
— Aldous Huxley
She would have laughed if she haven't been at the point of crying.
— Aldous Huxley
Happiness is a hard master- particularly other people's happiness. A much harder master, if one isn't conditioned to accept it unquestioningly, than truth.
— Aldous Huxley
I want to know what passion is,' he said. 'I want to feel something strongly. We are all grown-up intellectually and during working hours,' he went on, 'but we are infants where feeling and desire are concerned.
— Aldous Huxley
I'm feeling miserable . . . There was no self-pity in his tone, no appeal for sympathy ? only the angry matter-of-factness of a Stoic who has finally grown sick of the long farce of impassibility and is resentfully blurting out the truth.
— Aldous Huxley
When the individual feels, the community reels, Lenina pronounced. Well, why shouldn't it reel a bit?
— Aldous Huxley
After an outburst, she would settle down and try to love him as reasonably as she could, making the best of his kindness, his rather detached and separate passion, his occasional and laborious essays at emotional intimacy, and finally his intelligence - that quick, comprehensive, ubiquitous intelligence that could understand everything, including emotions it could not feel and the instincts it took care not to be moved by.
— Aldous Huxley