Tamara Ecclestone Quotes

Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.

Emotions are contagious. We've all known it experientially. You know after you have a really fun coffee with a friend, you feel good. When you have a rude clerk in a store, you walk away feeling bad.

You get into moods - like, if somebody does something to you, then you're angry for maybe 30 seconds, or maybe 30 years. I was always interested in capturing those awful, unflattering things that everybody goes through - those hot moments, captured in ice.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

Personally, when things upset me, I get quiet and closed off. I have nothing to say, and a chill sets in while I think about what's going on.

Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.

Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.

I'm really, really emotional.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

When you hate people, it not only makes you hate that person, it gives that vibe off for everything around you. I really do believe that.

People get so stressed and nervous and mad.

I think feeling bitter or angry is really useless.

Regrettably, I've had more than a few meltdowns on television.

When you feel bad on the inside, you wind up wanting to do things to make others feel bad. In contrast, when you feel happy on the inside, you want to do things to make others feel happy.

If I was in a bad mood, then maybe I won't talk about it, but you're going to know about it somehow. If something was bothering me, maybe I would have acted a little bit like a child, meaning I go break something in a room.

Miserable people tend to act out.

I've always had a hard time just being angry or just being really sad - the bigger emotions.

People who praise illness as bringing out the best in people ought to have their heads examined. Pain forces you to think about yourself, directs your interest to your own body and what is happening to it. You don't reach out benevolently, filled with good will for others. You don't seem to care enough. Pain makes you a little person, not a big one, and not a nice one, except perhaps in the case of saints, and I've never known one.

Oftentimes. when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable, too. But it never helps.

Unhappiness was my god.

Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

What’s wrong? Has Francis been rude? Then you must try to overlook it. I know you wouldn’t think so, but he is thoroughly upset by Tom Erskine’s death; and when Francis is troubled he doesn’t show it, he just goes and makes life wretched for somebody.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.