Quotes About Feelings

So far as other people are concerned, you are your behaviour; so far as you are concerned, you are your thoughts and feelings.

We are often hurt by a brutality and sluggish conceptions of the vulgar; not considering that some there must be, to be hewers of wood and drawers of water, and that cultivated genius, or even any great refinement and delicacy in their moral feelings, would be a real misfortune to them.

You can hate a person with your whole body, but love is a stubborn thing, it clings on in your heart.

It's an emotion that eats away at those who allow it in their heart. Hatred does more harm to those who feel it than it does to those who are hated.

I want to express myself to feel that what I feel is real. My joy, my pain, my anger.

These feelings came from programs that ran in a part of his mind that he couldn't access. He was a user of his own consciousness, but he did not have owner privileges. As a result, Paladin felt many things without knowing why.

That's the trouble with hiding in your safe place and hearing but not hearing a verbal hammering. You do hear the words, and with the right trigger, all your feelings come out as word vomit or lava— a hot projectile that can't be controlled at all.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

I sometimes think she has no feeling at all; and then I go on till she cries - and that satisfies me.

Smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.

As Mark and Tom continued to practice together, they both knew they wanted to pursue the band as something more than just a way to kill a summer's night. And perhaps take their relationship itself to the next level, to finally become more than just friends...The feelings were there, it was just all so confusing...

But it had always been that smile. Not her position as Henry Wilcox's possible wife nor the possibility that he could take his enemies down by manipulating her family. Those hadn't been the things that had driven him when it came to his feelings for her. It had been that smile. Through the shadows of the theater that first night. When their eyes had met. She had smiled. Simply. Warmly. Looking directly at him, unaware that she should be afraid.

Long after you've forgotten someone's voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.

I was sick of pretending, sick of selling my feelings for a dollar a day.

These scenes,' said Valancourt, at length, 'soften the heart, like the notes of sweet music, and inspire that delicious melancholy which no person, who had felt it once, would resign for the gayest pleasures. They waken our best and purest feelings, disposing us to benevolence, pity, and friendship. Those whom I love — I always seem to love more in such an hour as this.' His voice trembled, and he paused.

You care and it's all over the place.

You care and its all over the place.

Yes, I do often write poems from the mind, but I hope I don't ignore feelings and emotions.

The best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.

she felt more alive than she had ever imagined anyone could feel. When they were apart, it now almost felt as thought she were , but half alive.

Music is an extraordinary vehicle for expressing emotion - very powerful emotions. That's what draws millions of people towards it. And, um, I found myself always going for these darker places and - people identify with that.

This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I'll never tread These are the dreams I'll dream instead This is the joy that's seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread "These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel?" ~Annie Lennox