Feelings Quotes - Page 20

Confidence that one's impressions are God-given is no guarantee that this is really so, even when they persist and grow stronger through long seasons of prayer. Bible-based wisdom must judge them.

If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.

Organizing your emotions reclaims your power over any given drama. Nothing is stronger than your own mind.

A brilliant mind was first a listener that observed the actions of the people that loved and hated them, then found a way to express their feelings, when real communication was lost.

This is bullshit, things which are shown to us are totally opposite it is not the Hero with the feelings but the villain who have a reason to destroy the world and not only a reason but a real reason.

People cry, not because they're weak, it's because they've been strong for too long.

I believe having a healthy emotional will help in your ability to communicate and to connect to others. We have to learn how to express our feelings especially the negative ones.

Feelings or Emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are in your deepest place.

My homeland,' says the guest, 'no longer exists. My homeland was Poland, Vienna, this house, the barracks in the city, Galicia, and Chopin. What’s left? Whatever mysterious substance held it all together no longer works. Everything’s come apart. My homeland was a feeling, and that feeling was mortally wounded. When that happens, the only thing to do is go away.

It doesn't mean anything;It doesn't change anything,Except the way I see myself,And it's not supposed to do that.I shouldn't feel this way;I should cry this way,But I kind of do.Yeah, I kind of do.

Do you want me to have them sedate you until it's over?

Starlight is best felt at noon...

What you feel is what you get, regardless of what you think!

Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.

The belief that unhappiness is selfless and happiness is selfish is misguided. It's more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted. No one is careful of his feelings or tries to keep his spirits high. He seems self-sufficient; he becomes a cushion for others. And because happiness seems unforced, that person usually gets no credit.

But women- this I will never understand- they are touched by the oddest things

I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

Feelings trap us in the self, Tony dear. Doing a thing because you feel wonderful about it—even a work of charity—is in the end a selfish act. We perform the work not to feel wonderful but to know and love the other. It's the same with your romance. You may not feel your love, but God is still your loved one, your other.

My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

Feelings have more to do with the story you tell yourself than the facts.

I've fixed my feelings into durable wordswhen they could have been spent on tenderness

‎"Consider the rights of others before your own feelings, and the feelings of others before your own rights.

When we grow up, we find ways to hide our anxieties, our loneliness, our fear and sorrow. But children hide nothing, putting everything into their tears, which they spread liberally about for the whole world to see.

How can I shut downIf you don't open up??

Faced with delicate issue, consider kindness and deference. It's neither familiarity, indifference nor ire, but a perceived warmth to another soul

Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.

Of course, being open and vulnerable will lead us to, sometimes, experience pain. But what is pain? It is simply a feeling. It is not forever. If you get pain from some person or thing too many times, you can always walk away. To risk a lifetime without pleasure simply to avoid pain is ludicrous.

Feelings come and go, and when they come a good use can be made of them, but they cannot be our regular spiritual diet.

If one felt successful, there'd be so little incentive to be successful.

Art is a deception that creates real emotions - a lie that creates a truth. And when you give yourself over to that deception, it becomes magic.

Being must be 'felt' it can not be 'thought.

I want to back up to this whole caring about me thing,” he said, surprising me as he made his way back to the canvas. “I know you care about me, Mallory.”My heart started beating fast as he shook the can.“I care about you.” He knelt halfway down. A second passed and he moved his arm, spraying on the canvas. “And I think this was missing something.”Having no idea what he was doing or where he was going with this, I waited until he rose and stepped back, to the side. My lips parted on a soft gasp. Rider had spray-painted a heart between our names. I saw it with my own

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…

He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings stirred in me and I had to look away. I knew what I saw because I’d felt them, too — understanding, sadness, compassion...forgiveness.

It was a strange, wonderful feeling. To discover eyes upon you when you expected no one to notice you at all.

When I die I hope it may be said:'Her suffering was black, but her books were read'.

Life is too damn short to not tell someone how you feel. Don't let someone because you're afraid or you'll lose them forever.

I miss you but can’t see you. So I go crazy.

Never apologize for showing your feelings. When you do, you are apologizing for the truth.

It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you're the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you're a raving lunatic.

The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good

The heart wasn't designed to decide it was designed to feel.

There are many forms of love as there is moments in time, and you are capable of feeling them all at different stages of your life.

Sensitive people usually love deeply and hate deeply. They don't know any other way to live than by extremes because thier emotional theromastat is broken.

That thing you thought you'd doYou start to think you can't;You always say tomorrow,But you haven't got a plan.Everyone's asking questions,And all you do is dodge.That career that you'd imaginedWas only a mirage.The older that you get,The smaller that you feel;You forget what's only in your head,And what is really real.Sometimes people make it;They become who they meant to be.But most of the time,Dreamers only dream.

Don't let bad feelings follow you from day to day. Let each day be a new start for better times.

I remember I’ve never shared tears with someone that longedfor (me) and loved me; I didn’t know how to be compassionate.”(The truth, the lies & the love, p. 76)

But could words bethe end of me?

Everyone in my family always spares one another's feelings. It leaves little room for honesty.

Maybe attraction was aligned in heaven before our birth because there was no other way to explain my feelings. There were millions of boys on the earth. Why did it feel so strong?

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

True love leaves no room for insecurities.

Bad movies and bad writing and easy cliches still manage to make us feel things toward each other. Part of me is disgusted by this. Part of me celebrates it.

After applying to hundreds of scholarships I finally felt that we are also beggars, no different than others, we are not on the street, uneducated, but we are sitting in front of computers with years of hardworking and repeatedly begging each and everyone to sponsor and support our education, not because we deserve, but we cannot afford.

I'm too intense. I feel too much. And when I experience certain sensations, I act. Even if the situation is one I should probably walk away from. But you know what?" She was feeling a little better. "I'm never going to walk away, not from any of it. I can't. I am what I am. I'm intense, just as my fiance said. I feel everything around me, and I'm glad about that. I can't imagine life without the depth, without the magic that accompanies the pain.

You care so much for that special person because it feels like that person is part of you.

How can I blame others, when I cannot stop myself committing crimes?

When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.