Feels Quotes

I felt so stupid and young, and at the same time something was cracking open inside me, or maybe it was the world was cracking open to show me something really important underneath. I knew I was only seeing a tiny bit of it, but it was bigger than anything I'd ever seen or felt before.

What's the feeling to be lost?? What's the feeling to be scared???

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew

We are the children of a womb.Yet we differentiate each other,On color, creed and the sizes of our tombs!!

If a child is loved, he feels worthy of love in the future

So if it seems like you're doing something different from what everyone else is doing, and if sometimes that feels hard, this is a good thing, not a bad thing.

He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,

The fault lies not with you” she says this so gently it makes me want to cry. I have never shed a tear, not throughout all my father’s beatings or guillo’s mauling, but a few kind words from this women and it is all i can do not to bawl like a babe.

What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?

Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.

It's always been this way. There were rumors about me even before I was born. It's why my mother never calls me Sobachka. She says it makes me sound like a mongrel."My heart gave a little pang at that. I'd been called plenty of names growing up."I like mongrels," I said. "They have cute floppy ears.""My ears are very dignified.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

There are times in one's life when a good book—the right book—feels like a voice speaking in the darkness,reaching out from the past;providing solace when all else seems lost.

That boy was going to make the world turn, and the stars would fall like rain.

I feel your words on my lipsand feel your mood in my hips

we were made to be like this; filled with ashes and feels, burning down to what we dont want to be and what we dont want to see. sins? they are just a choice.

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.

Bob says hello," he told the stars.

The heart knows what it feels.

A man with a victim mentality feels like being a victim who is complaining and crying all the time

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

As we were about to cross the road, Davin suddenly grabbed my wrist and held me back a moment; a car peeled out of the driveway and roared past us. “Geez,” I gasped, and then, glancing at him curiously, I added, “Thanks.” He didn’t say anything, but slowly released my wrist. Before he completely withdrew, I took his hand and interlaced my fingers through his. He looked at me, his lips parted in surprise, but then he smiled shyly and gave my hand a squeeze as we kept walking. It gave me a feeling of nervous flutters in the best way. As we walked up to the doors, Jill and Laurel came bursting out the exit.

Don't ruin a relationship, by giving it a name.A potential lover. A lover of the present and An ace of the past.These months, years and ages, might just forget the memory And remember the terms you used to file them in a draft.

Don't ever apologize for us.

I shouldn't have lost my temper that way. It just pricks his pride, makes him dig in his heels.""So why did you?" I asked, genuinely curious. It was rare for Nikolai's emotions to get the best of him. "I don't know," he said, shredding the leaf. "You got angry. I got angry. The room was too damn hot.""I don't think that's it.""Indigestion?" he offered."It's because you actually care about what happens to this country," I said. "The throne is just a prize to Vasily, something he wants to squabble over like a favorite toy, You're not like that. You'll make a good king."Nikolai froze. "I…" For once, words seemed to have deserted him. Then a crooked, embarrassed smile crept across his face. It was a far cry from his usual self-assured grin. "Thank you," he said.I sighed as we resumed our pace. "You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?"Nikolai laughed. "I'm already insufferable.

We should never let another person get under our skin to the point that we feel hate for them

We are consciousness playing a game with itself to see how it feels.

Music is the truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

Music is the only truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

They all call me "Excuse me," even though my nametag clearly says "Jordan." It's like people don't actually exist while they're working. Workers are just tools who aren't supposed to have feelings or personalities. You don't become human until your shift is over. Until then, we're all just zombies. We're dead to the world: infected people who need to be avoided, unless, of course, someone needs to know where the paintbrushes are located.

Greatness in the making feels just like you feel right now

When “Here Comes the Sun” started, what happened? No, the sun didn’t come out, but Mom opened up like the sun breaking through the clouds. You know how in the first few notes of that song, there’s something about George’s guitar that’s just so hopeful? It was like when Mom sang, she was full of hope, too. She even got the irregular clapping right during the guitar solo. When the song was over, she paused it.“Oh, Bee,” she said. “This song reminds me of you.” She had tears in her eyes.

I don’t even care enough to set the record straight. It was hilarious, what a huge liar she was. She actually believed her own bullshit.

I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story.

Am I your weakness?""Of course you are.

And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It’s breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that were unshed, but piled up. And the endless supply of hurt, anger, and sadness grew and grew. And now its going to burst out. The tears will empty from the chasm, and fall out as a stream from my blood shot eyes. And the chasm will expand, and expand and it will be too much for my small heart that can only take so much. And my heart will crack in two. But no one will know. No one will know the about the expanding chasms, or the gallons of tears, because I will appear fine on the outside. I will keep pretending. Even though inside I’m crying, and I’m breaking in two.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.

Don’t ever stop believing in your own personal transformation. It is still happening even on the days you may not realize it or feel like it.

The truth feels like it hurts, yet actually it builds. A lie feels like it builds, yet actually it hurts.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

I'm ending this.''No. Come on. It's not worth it.''You are,' he said fiercely, looking at her.'You're worth it.