“It makes me madder than a hornet to be disbelieved,” she explained.
Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?
Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.
As long as I can remember, I have suffered because of the great misery I saw in the world. I never really knew the artless, youthful joy of living, and I believe that many children feel this way, even when outwardly they seem to be wholly happy and without a single care.
If good music has charms to soothe the savage breast, bad music has no less powerful spells for filling the mildest breast with rage, the happiest with horror and disgust. Oh, those mammy songs, those love longings, those loud hilarities! How was it possible that human emotions intrinsically decent could be so ignobly parodied.
Ninety percent of our lives is governed by emotion. Our brains merely register and act upon what is telegraphed to them by our bodily experience. Intellect is to emotion as our clothes are to our bodies; we could not very well have civilized life without clothes, but we would be in a poor way if we had only clothes without bodies.
Now that I'm angry at Harold, it's hard to remember what was so remarkable about him.
It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.
Look at this face. Do you see my foolish hope?