Quotes About Feelings

I never told my love vocally still.

The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This dark night has won me to wander far away; old feelings gather fast upon me.

I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

Dei-lhe o meu coração e ele o matou e depois o devolveu a mim. As pessoas sentem com o coração, Ellen: uma vez que ele destruiu o meu, não posso sentir nada por ele.

melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Plakala sam i zbog njega i zbog nje; katkada žalimo ljude koji nemaju osje?aja ni za sebe ni za druge.

Cómo va a amar en él lo que no existe?

B?rni sp?j dzi?i just, bet neizprot savas j?tas; un, ja tie da??ji t?s ar? izprot, tad nevar nek? past?st?t.

?nsan bazen, kendine de, ba?kalar?na da ac?mak nedir bilmeyen kimselere de ac?yor.

Las personas sienten con los corazones, y, dado que él ha destruido el mío, yo no tengo capacidad de sentir nada por él

pero el nunca llegará a saber cuánto le quiero, y no porque sea guapo, sino porque hay más de mi en él que en mí misma

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I'm used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— 'Twas the New Liquor— That was all!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

Love's stricken why Is all that love can speak— Built of but just a syllable, The hugest hearts that break.

How different this moment feels, for so many reasons. I tell myself that no two loves are identical - but that I don't have to compare anymore.

Despite the fact that I have no regrets about how things turned out in my life, I still can't help wanting to understand my intense relationship with Leo, as well as that turbulent time between adolescence and adulthood when everything feels raw and invigorating and scary-and why those feelings are all coming back to me now.

I don't know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don't know why I didn't love her. It's something you can't really control.

Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn't have a lot to do with hating my job. From the bar exam through that first hellish year as an associate, Nate was my escape. And sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

It's not that simple or clear-cut - and I wonder if it ever is when it comes to matters of the heart.

I know that the problem isn't the dream per se. It was the way I felt afterward, once awake.

I don't love him, period. I didn't love him before this. I cared about him. And I wanted to love him. Maybe I could have grown to love him. But those feelings just weren't there. I liked the idea of him. It was exciting. He was exciting. Too exciting.