Emotions and Feelings

Knowledge is happiness, because to have knowledge—broad, deep knowledge— is to know true ends from false, and lofty things from low.

implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.

Joy’s smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

The root of joy, as of duty, is to put all one’s powers towards some great end.

There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.

Jealousy is always born with love but does not always die with it.

When large numbers of people share their joy in common, the happiness of each is greater because each adds fuel to the other’s flame.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.

Ambition is not a vice of little people.

Too great haste in paying off an obligation is a kind of ingratitude.

Most people return small favors, acknowledge middling ones, and repay great ones with ingratitude.

Of all crimes that human creatures are capable of committing, the most horrid and unnatural is ingratitude, especially when it is committed against parents.

Ingratitude is surely the chief of the intellectual sins of man.

Our gratitude to most benefactors is the same as our feeling for dentists who have pulled our teeth. We acknowledge the good they have done and the evil from which they have delivered us, but we remember the pain they occasioned and do not love them very much.

Our gratitude to most benefactors is the same as our feeling for dentists who have pulled our teeth. We acknowledge the good they have done and the evil from which they have delivered us, but we remember the pain they occasioned and do not love them very much.

We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.

What a miserable thing life is: you’re living in clover, only the clover isn’t good enough.

to make you everybody else—means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

This world is but canvas to our imaginations.