Feelings Quotes - Page 9

The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.

No one knows how another person feels in private.

It’s the sensation that gives rise to ego or personal identity. All the external and internal experiences of life are experienced only with the sensation.

I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky

...it’s so awesome to be Human; we have His ability to feel, we can choose what we want to see based on our feelings… and when we choose to see the goodness around us, we amplify it and increase it to its never-ending limits...

She's even been practicing making out with the back of her hand. Which was about as effective as tickling yourself. It's why you needed other fingers, other tongues. Only other people can make you feel real.

The mixtapes we made for ourselves were musical mirrors. The sadness, anger, or frustration you might be feeling at a given time could be encapsulated in the song selection. You made mixtapes that corresponded to emotional states, and they'd be avaliable to pop into the deck when each feeling needed reinforcing or soothing. The mixtape was your friend, your psychiatrist, and your solace.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

A person does not have to be beautiful for you to find them beautiful. That's what love is all about.

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

You see, until then I'd been driven. I'd had a true quest, a purpose beyond my function - and then suddenly, the quest was over. I felt... drained. Disappointed. Let down.Does that make sense? I had been sure that as soon as I had everything back I'd feel good. But inside I felt worse than when I stared.

To be sure, there's a warm passion behind what you say. But if you give in to that passion, friends, you're doing what I always warned you agin: you're a placing the satisfaction of your own feelings above the work you have to do... Don't you worry that John Faa's heart is too soft to strike a blow when the time comes. And the time will come under judgement. Not under passion.

My world is about FEELings. Sometimes, these feelings run so deep i fear i will drown.Creatively, it's a dream to be so sensitive. In real life, it's exhausting, as i tread water to keep myself from sinking.

... Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory

What daily life is like for “a multiple” Imagine that you have periods of “lost time.” You may find writings or drawings which you must have done, but do not remember producing. Perhaps you find child-sized clothing or toys in your home but have no children. You might also hear voices or babies crying in your head. Imagine that you can never predict when you will be able to have certain knowledge or social skills, and your emotions and your energy level seem to change at the drop of a hat, and for no apparent reason. You cannot understand why you feel what you feel, and, if you are in therapy, you cannot explore those feelings when asked. Your life feels disjointed and often confusing. It is a frightening experience. It feels out of control, and you probably think you are going crazy. That is what it is like to be multiple, and all of it is experienced by the ANPs. A multiple may also experience very concrete problems, even life-threatening ones.

Your eyes will contradict your words if your words contradict your thoughts and feelings.

To all those who care, You can't forever. Time steals the years,And your reflection in the mirror.But I can still see the story in your eyes, And your timeless passion that’s never died.While your skin became tired,Your heart became strong,The present became the past,And your memories like a song.And though the moment at hand is all that we have, You’ve taught me to live it like it is our last.Since two words don't say ‘thank you’ the way they are meant to,I'll try all my life to be something like you.

love is not about anything but allowing somebody to fall into your emotions and feelings , it is nothing about trust or anything like that. as a matter of fact you can very much trust somebody but you can not love him/her !! we always forget that the real love is about feelings and not mind. you seriously can not fall in love with your brain , you can not , this is what is called beneficial love and not the real one.

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you.

It's not sad that I don't love you anymore, it's I can't love anyone anymore.

A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me...? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them.

Always share ur own words not ur feelings, becoz feeling wo share krty hain jinky seene me dard ho.

Everyone is afraid of something. We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything.

I know nothing of writing books properly. I write in the same manner I live life: one feeling at a time. If this makes me a bad writer, then I might hope to author several bad books.

Don't overestimate your emotions and underestimate your intelligence.

When you are young, feelings are your truth. Love is how you feel. The years have taught me that love is not an emotion that you feel about someone, but what you do for them.

i just want to be honest about my feelings without destroying everything.

Then, Patrick, you do feel it too? You do feel ... something? It would be so bleak if you felt nothing. That's what scares women, you know.''I do know, and you needn't be scared. I feel something all right.''Promise me you'll always treat me as a person.''I promise.''Promises are so easily given.''I'll fulfill this one. Let me show you.'After a shaky start he was comfortably in the swing of it, having recognised he was on familiar ground after all. Experience had brought him to see that this kind of thing was nothing more than the levying of cock-tax, was reasonable and normal, in fact, even though some other parts of experience strongly suggested that what he had shelled out so far was only a down payment.

Ask yourself, does this person make me feel good about myself? Do I feel safe, strong and free with this person? Those are the questions you need to ask....You have to be strong to truly be open.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

If you want to be able to recall everything and anything in detail,then you need to be strong enough to feel all bad memories as well.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?

But are the twin souls destined to be together? Synchronicity is at work here to bring the two back together again. How entrancing to find the same magical alchemy still at work, just as it was at the first meeting – a recognition of a deep rooted love so entrenched and so accepted, it could only have been forged in other lifetimes together. And probably that is what love at first sight is, recognition of an ancient love.

All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get on with your life.

Find my wrongdoings and blame it on me,Willingly I will accept the fact.I will not change as per your perspective,but will surely not hurt you,While I am being myself.

I wish not to tell you how I feelI choose silence so that you leaveKiss me goodbye and set me free

But in the hours that were really minutes, he didn't beg me not to leave. He didn't say he hadn't meant it. When I stood, his gaze just followed me up. Then I was a shattered blown-glass blue rose, and every step away from him made my shards clatter and chime.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.

As a devil's advocate Mr Neville was faultless. And yet, she knew, there was a flaw in his reasoning, just as there was a flaw in his ability to feel.

As we come to grips with our own selfishness and stupidity, we make friends with the impostor and accept that we are impoverished and broken and realize that, if we were not, we would be God. The art of gentleness toward ourselves leads to being gentle with others -- and is a natural prerequisite for our presence to God in prayer.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

I closed my eyes and turned my face into the cold wind. When I felt it swept along my skin there was no past. No future. Just now.

He clearly suffers from some past traumas too, so hopefully he'll understand why I was untruthful to him about mine.

You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil"His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness "had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers

i am changingand i am loving change.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

God gave you life to live happily not to suffer heavily. I felt sufferment.

Feelings have the divine attracting power. Feelings are the only link between you and everything around you.

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

Our feelings are not there to be cast out or conquered. They’re there to be engaged and expressed with imagination and intelligence.

In one breath, I release all negative feelings and fearful thoughts, then fill up my lungs with wonder and awe and pure, unadulterated joy.

The first and immediate thing to do when you find yourself stuck in terror is to breathe!

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.

Though I no longer presumed to have a conscience, I have never once lacked feelings.

After staring at the poor in the eyes, my thoughts on how best to help people have dramatically changed.

Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

A feeling of joy if not shared or tasted is a waste of a chance to be embraced.

I imagine you come across a number of people who are disconcerted by the difference between what you do feel and what they fancy you ought to feel. It is fatal to pay the smallest attention to them.”“Yes,” said Harriet, “but I am one of them. I disconcert myself very much. I never know what I do feel.”“I don’t think that matters, provided one doesn’t try to persuade one’s self into appropriate feelings.