Quotes about Emotions
sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it
— Oscar Wilde
When anger arises, think of the consequences.
— Confucius
The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
— Cormac McCarthy
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
— Cormac McCarthy
Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
— Cormac McCarthy
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.
— Cormac McCarthy
The elevation of grief to a status transcending that which it sorrows.
— Cormac McCarthy
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.
— Cormac McCarthy
Music is made out of nothing but some fairly simple rules. Yet it's true that no one made them up. The rules. The notes themselves amount to almost nothing. But why some particular arrangement of these notes should have such a profound effect on our emotions is a mystery beyond even the hope of comprehension. Music is not a language. it has no reference to anything other than itself
— Cormac McCarthy
Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison.
— Cormac McCarthy
It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift
— Cormac McCarthy
He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them and therefore to know it one must look there and come to know those hearts and to do this one must live with men and not simply pass among them.
— Cormac McCarthy