Julius LesterOften, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.
About This Quote
This quote by Michel de Montaigne is saying that we often confuse our emotions with the actual state of things. We can be angry that we feel hurt and then use our anger to justify the hurt. Or we can be saddened by a situation and then express that sadness in a way that creates more sad feelings. What’s worse, we tend to use these emotions as an excuse to do our own selfish things, rather than what we actually wanted to do.
Source: The Autobiography Of God
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