Henri Frederic Amiel Quotes

Moods are complicated and very much a part of who we are. People would be very boring without them.

The word 'funny' is a bit like the word 'love' - we don't have enough words to describe the many varieties.

I write about moments, and I don't make blanket statements about anything because no one has all the answers; nobody's come up with a foolproof way to do anything when it comes to emotions.

People often only see one side to someone's personality, but there are levels.

Even bros have depth, complexity, and emotion.

Laughter and tears may not persuade, but they cannot be refuted.

Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives voice

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.

A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!" It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!" He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.

We have only the language for fun and miserable, and maybe we need language for deep and shallow, meaningful and meaningless.

Women laugh when they can, and weepe when they will.

Life is complex in its expression, involving more than percipience, namely desire, emotion, will, and feeling.

If a mind is just a few pounds of blood, urea, and electricity, how does it manage to contemplate itself, worry about its soul, do time-and-motion studies, admire the shy hooves of a goat, know that it will die, enjoy all the grand and lesser mayhems of the heart ?

We must not always try to plumb the depths of the human heart; the truths it contains are among those that are best seen in half-light or in perspective.

May God keep fresh the fountain of our laughter and our tears!

The human heart is a dark forest.

Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.

Now I must give one smirk and then we may be rational again

Laughter is more serious than tears.

The deep sea can be fathomed, but who knows the heart of a woman?

Man knows that there are in the soul tints more bewildering, more numberless, and more nameless that the colors of an autumn forest....Yet he seriously believes that these things can every one of them , in all their tones and semi-tones, in all their blends and unions, be accurately represented by an arbitrary system of grunts and squeals. He believes that an ordinary civilized stockbroker can really produce out of his own inside noises which denote all the mysteries of memory and all the agonies of desire.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

Relationships are not straight forward. They're not black and white. Sometimes things don't always going in a straight line, and that's okay. Love can be very confusing.

Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.