William James Quotes

When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.

It's a TV show. Only the emotional damage is real.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

My mood altered and the pain turned to rage.

I'm a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that's often destructive both to myself and others.

I like a drama. And I think that's the basis of good films, or good plays, is to have a nice drama.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.

Impatience turns an ague into a fever, a fever to the plague, fear into despair, anger into rage, loss into madness, and sorrow to amazement.

Adolescence is a kind of emotional seasickness. Both are funny, but only in retrospect.

Anger causes anguish to the souls of all of those who experience the feeling as well as to those who are the recipients of this emotional explosion.

Hysteria is a chaotic and irrational emotional state caused by seeing how the world really operates.

It's the sort of subject that always interests me: jealousy and the language of suspicion and guilt. I think it interests people.

Your laughter is like cool water to me," I said. I felt my heart sob at these strange words, and it would not have been hard to summon tears: Strange. " "You are so serious all of a sudden," she told me. "I am not any one thing," I said. (137)

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.

I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.

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

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

I couldn't look at her. I'd been jealous and hurt, and I had dragged Liv into the middle of my own broken mess of a life. All because I thought Lena didn't love me anymore. But I was stupid, and I was wrong. Lena loved me so much, she was willing to risk everything to save me. I had given up on Lena, after she had refused to give up on me. I owed her my life. It was as simple as that.

I think the last few weeks for me have been just a very different emotional experience. Something I never thought I would feel myself. And I find...a lot of things affect me differently now. As any new parent knows, you're only too happy to show off your new child and, you know, proclaim that he is the best looking or the best everything.

I think the book is less emotional than the film. With the film, the emotions are much more raw and in front. In the book, they are kind of ironized and seen through comedy.

What you consistently speak with emotional intensity, you will experience, you will create, and you will become. The words that you speak with emotional conviction become the life you live - this is your heaven or this is your hell.

Guilt is always jealous