mood

Mood has to be controlled.Otherwise, it's your master.

Sometimes we have to behave indifferent towards people who proclaim their love to us, just to see if they are really different.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

Complete people gaze into the blue sky above, plunge into the center of the earth below, and run freely in the eight directions without even a change of mood.

No one needed to say it, but the room overflowed with that sort of blessing. The combination of loss and abundance. The abundance that has no guilt. The loss that has no fix. The simple tiredness that is not weary. The hope not built on blindness.

Fundamental rule in your life, is to know what your deserve in life and getting what you deserve. That's winning always.

The hand of nature was stretching itself out towards him, for the tall grass on the slopes of the Bulashah Hills was in sight, and he had opened his heart to it, lifted by the cool breeze that wafted him away from the crowds, the ugliness and the noise of the outcastes' street. He looked across at the swaying loveliness before him and the little hillocks over which it spread under a sunny sky, so transcendingly blue and beautiful that he felt like standing dumb and motionless before it. He listened to the incoherent whistling of the shrubs. They were the voices he knew so well. He was glad that his friends were ahead of him and that the thrum was not broken, for the curve of his soul seemed to bend over the heights, straining to woo nature in solitude and silence. It seemed to him he would be unhappy if he heard even one human voice. His inside seemed to know that it wouldn't be soothed if there were the slightest obstruction between him and the outer world. It didn't even occur to him to ask why he had come here. He was just swamped by the merest fringe of the magnificent fields that spread before him. He had been startled into an awareness of the mystery of vegetable moods.

Your mood shouldn't dictate your manners.

so many people would be afraid to look in the mirror if the saw their character and not their face_it would be like american horror story.

I was told I must change my rigid attitude.and it would surely change my mood...I was told I appeared to always be down...Never a smile...always a frown...So I lifted myself out of my wheelchair..and made up my mind to mend my " err " But then the inevitable happened you see...I fell flat on my face...however I now actually now do look up...at everything around me... * ps..stupid horoscope !!!!

We choose to remain angry. Someone else may have initiated the anger but we choose whether we remain in this state or not.

how lovers alter in the glance of each other, that space where their moods are accepted and their surrender is never taken advantage of.

The air was swollen with music, shouting, and something I could not quite place- a feeling of happiness, but happiness with an edge, a sense of joy that was all the more meaningful because it was so fleeting.

I'm convinced that whatever contains human emotions is composed of the most fragile material, for it can shatter unpredictably and without effort. And yet it is a resilient marvel as well, able to mend instantly as though never affected.

It is impossible for one to become happy in life, if one keeps holding on to the thoughts and beliefs that caused one's misery in the first place.

She quite liked this aspect of her personality, the way her mood could change from melancholy to euphoric because of a breeze or a flavor or a beautiful chord progression. It meant she never had to feel too down about feeling down.

People used to recognize it as mood.Science has revealed it as cannabinoids.When you feel sad, just do long running.Then you will know that even mood can be governed.

When we want mood experiences, we go to concerts or museums. When we want meaningful emotional experience, we go to the storyteller.