Category Archives: EMOTIONS AND MOODS

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds


People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”

– Carl R. Rogers

I thought how with your spacious hospitality In its high tide you’d made all life a feast – Douglas Alexander Stewart



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It was there that I found them:
the seagulls – the secret
of where they go at night.

Belinda Rule

I can feel the souls of my ancestors calling me back home To all the familiar places and tracks I once did roam

Calling Me Home by Lyndon Lane, Goodooga, NSW

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I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through school without anyone truly remembering I was here. My teachers acknowledged my academic successes and my coaches depended upon my athletic abilities, but I wasn’t important enough to make a recognizable social contribution. I was easily forgettable. That’s what I counted on.” 

― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“One of the things which danger does to you after a time is -, well, to kill emotion. I don’t think I shall ever feel anything again except fear. None of us can hate anymore – or love.”

Graham Greene – The Confidential Agent (1939)

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All excess is ill, but drunkenness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men. It reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and mad. In fine, he that is drunk is not a man: because he is so long void of Reason, that distinguishes a Man from a Beast.

WILLIAM PENN, Some Fruits of Solitude


I’ve played the powerless in too many dark scenes. I was blessed with a birth and a death and I guess I just want some say in between.

― Ani DiFranco

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“There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.”

― Anaïs Nin

My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

Anna M. Uhlich.

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“My reflection said so many things, and as I searched for what it wanted me to hear, I heard nothing. When you don’t even want to be who you are, how do you listen when you try to tell yourself something?”

― Melissa Perea, Seeds of Hate

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“A frightening menagerie, my emotions are
Too many and varied to number
Like creatures they crawl and they fly above
Tearing my body asunder.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie

Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power.”

― Lao Tzu

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If I feel depressed I will sing.
If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labour.
If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.
If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.
If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.
If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.
If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.
Today I will be the master of my emotions.
– Og Mandino

Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.”

― P.G. Wodehouse, Meet Mr. Mulliner

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Tea had come as a deliverer to a land that called for deliverance; a land of
beef and ale, of heavy eating and abundant drunkenness; of grey skies and
harsh winds; of strong nerved , stout-purposed, slow-thinking men and women.
Above all, a land of sheltered homes and warm firesides - firesides that
were waiting - waiting, for the bubbling kettle and the fragrant breath of
-Agnes Reppiler



A joke is often the hole through which truth whistles.


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“Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there’s nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don’t know the trick. It’s like whistling or singing.”

― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

Soup and fish explain half the emotions of human life.

Sydney Smith

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“Ideas are like fish. If you want to catch little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. But if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper. Down deep, the fish are more powerful and more pure.They’re huge and abstract. And they’re very beautiful.”
― David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot

Emotions make us human. Denying them makes us beasts.

Victoria Klein

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“Whatever has gone on in the outer world has passed me by. But I think if anyone said to me, ‘if you go on like this life will pass you by,’ I would reply, ‘thank God for that, I nearly got mixed up in the beastly thing.”
Quentin Crisp


“A camel in distress isn’t a shy creature. It doesn’t hang around in bars, nursing a solitary drink. It doesn’t phone up old friends and sob at them. It doesn’t mope, or write long soulful poems about Life and how dreadful it is when seen from a bedsitter. It doesn’t know what angst is.”


“Yoga talks about cat-pose, dog-pose, camel-pose, monkey-pose, bird-pose etc. Why there are so many animal poses? Animals release their emotions and tensions by movements based on their body sensations. But our amygdala in the brain is carrying the “fight or flight response”; it has forgotten the art of releasing the tensions. As human beings, when we are aware about the sensations, we can release that by aware, slow movements. If you do not give movements to the body parts, energy will be stuck and blood circulation will be disturbed. Gradually, that creates chronic physical and mental health problems.”
― Amit Ray, Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style

What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is… We are all overbrained and overemotioned. ― Barry Hannah, Airships


This is a quiet only bog can offer.
Sound soaks into its open mouth,
through its dark skin
waiting, while human flurry
stills in the valves of the heart.

Robyn Rowland ©  from Seasons of doubt & burning. New & Selected poems, Five Islands Press, 2011

Do you always try to kill people when they blow their nose? Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse



“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

Roald Dahl

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Laurie Halse Anderson


“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

Frank Herbert, Dune

When negative emotion is dissipated our physical vehicles will vibrate in much greater harmony with nature and much disease will no longer consume man.


Byron Bay poet Jen Jacobs made this feisty point about the ill person’s ‘otherness’ (with the added emphasis on non-visible disability):

"I look like I live in your world
I can pass as a well person – for a short time,
I’m good at pretending

… I no longer have automatic residence
in your country,
my citizenship is of another world entirely;
where pain is usual,
time and distance treat us differently, and
‘how are you?’ and
‘what’s wrong with you?’ and
‘are you better yet?’

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Promises are like the full moon: if they are not kept at once they diminish day by day. German.

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I starred that night, I shone:
I was footwork and firework in one,
a rocket that wriggled up and shot
darkness with a parasol of brilliants
and a peewee descant on a flung bit

les murray


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Bed is the poor man’s opera. Italian.


There’s no doubt she was out with one of them and went further than she meant, but if you make your bed you must lie on it.

1921 A. P. Herbert House by River

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