Hatred is keener than friendship, less keen than love.
Friendship is insipid to those who have experienced love.
one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.
Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.
You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?
Jealousy is in a manner just and reasonable, as it tends to preserve a good which belongs, or which we believe belongs to us, on the other hand envy is a fury which cannot endure the happiness of others.
There are occasions when I've pretended to be in a firefight, and then there are people who have really been in a firefight. Clearly it's absolutely ridiculous, and even disrespectful, to suggest that I understand what that is.
I see people that have success, and I see how poised and polished they are and how they handle it. I wonder inside if they feel the same way that I feel.
At first it was simply liking, Nastenka, but now, now ! I am just in the same position as you were when you went to him with your bundle. In a worse position than you, Nastenka,because he cared for no one else as you do.
I consider myself much better adjusted than Gabriel.
Love with its paraphernalia of sexuality, jealousy, nostalgia and exaltation was easier to reognize than friendship, which seemed to have (excepting athletic equipment) no paraphernalia at all.
There is something to be said for jealousy, because it only designs the preservation of some good which we either have or think wehave a right to. But envy is a raging madness that cannot bear the wealth or fortune of others.
There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.
Pigs may not be as cuddly as kittens or puppies, but they suffer just as much.
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
The time-state of attainment eliminates so accurately the time-state of aspiration, that the actual seems the inevitable, and, all conscious intellectual effort to reconstitute the invisible and unthinkable as a reality being fruitless, we are incapable of appreciating our joy by comparing it with our sorrow.
Love demands infinitely less than friendship.
Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering
Merely watching a romantic comedy causes relationship satisfaction to plummet. Apparently, the bitter realization that maybe it could happen to us, but it obviously hasn't and it probably never will, makes our lives seem unbearably grim in comparison.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
My dad has even less emotion than me!
Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.
One of the things that I always think about is the emotional sophistication of animals and how much we're learning about the emotional sophistication of animals. If you're eating a pig, you're essentially eating the equivalent of a four-year-old human being.
There's no use in comparing one's feelings between one day and the next; you must allow a reasonable interval, for the direction of change to show itself.
