Reason is the first victim of strong emotion.
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Dune Messiah
by
Frank Herbert
They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.
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To the Lighthouse
by
Virginia Woolf
But sleep, in the long run, proves greater than all emotions.
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The Wendigo
by
Algernon Blackwood
A crowd, proportionately to its size, magnifies all that in its units pertains to the emotions, and diminishes all that in them pertains to thought.
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Zuleika Dobson
by
Sir Max Beerbohm
For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected, when he himself, scarcely less separated from his old world than they, is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times, and hovering, the ghost of his former self, about the places and people that warmed his heart of old?
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Master Humphrey's Clock
by
Charles Dickens
It is in the nature of all passionate and uncontrolled emotion to prey upon and weaken the forces of reflective power, as much as it is in the nature of controlled emotion to strengthen them.
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The True Story of Guenever
by
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
The human brain is capable of only one strong emotion at a time, and if it be filled with curiosity or scientific enthusiasm, there is no room for fear.
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The Brown Hand
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
For it is the mind which creates the world about us, and, even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.
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The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
by
George Gissing
I was discreet. I tried to curb my own emotions and to discourage hers. For my own part I fear that I betrayed myself, for the eye becomes more eloquent when the tongue is silent.
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The Adventures of Gerard
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Even grief sobbed itself out in time; only Time was good for sorrow--Time who saw the passing of each mood, each emotion in turn; Time the layer-to-rest.
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The Forsyte Saga
by
John Galsworthy