Quotes About Feelings

Love is more than bedding, boy. If love doesn't come first and linger after, if love can't wait and endure disappointment and separation, then it's not love. Love doesn't require bedding to make it true. It doesn't even demand day-to-day contact. I know this because I have known love, many kinds of love, and amongst them, I've know what I felt for you.

Such a storm of emotions as humans can evoke, all on the basis of imagination," the dragon observed condescendingly. In a more reflective voice she asked, "Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

Feelings don't have to be wise, they just are.

It was not that these emotions were unworthy or inappropriate; it was simply that they were wasted upon the man.

I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less.

Emotion can be more exhausting than physical endeavor.

You've the saddest song of any man I've ever known." The

Had she learned to feel again, only to have to feel this? Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

Happy comes and goes, Tats. Loving someone isn't that crazy infatuation that you feel at first. That passes. Well, not passes, but it calms down, and then sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a glimpse of the person and it all comes back again, in a big rush.

This is a quote from C. S. Lewis. It helped me a lot when I was trying to decide God's will fro me when my emotions were overruling my logic. Feelings come adn go, and when they come, a good use can be made of them, but they cannot be our regular spiritual diet.

It is no surprise then that environmentalism becomes synonymous with dire predictions and powerless feelings.

You told me I was making you crazy last night, he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of. You are, Chris. Well, you are making me crazy, too. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?

Writing had always helped her, before. It always clarified her feelings and her thoughts, and she never felt like she could understand something fully until the very minute that she'd written about it, as if each story was one she told herself and her readers, at the same time.

Our words had to be circumspect. We could not write anything too negative about our circumstances. This was tricky, since the very form of a married woman's letter needed to include the usual complaints -- that we were pathetic, powerless, worked to the bone, homesick, and sad. We were supposed to speak directly about our feelings without appearing ungrateful, no-account, or unfilial.

I finally understand what the poets have written. In spring, moved to passion; in autumn only regret.

People didn't fall in love with other people. They fell in love with how other people made them feel about themselves. And so, it was easy to get someone to love you—if you knew how they wanted to feel.

When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. Or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

Arguments are almost never about the thing they're about.

Anyway, no guy wants to be with a girl if she's not into him. So you did him a favor.

It was as simple as that. Once he had yearned for choice. then, when he had had a choice, he had made the wrong one: the choice to leave. And now he was starving. But if he had stayed... His thoughts continued. If he had stayed, he would have starved in other ways. He would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for color, for love.

Then, in the same way that his own dwelling slipped away behind him as he rounded a corner on his bicycle, the dream slipped away from his thoughts. Very briefly, a little guiltily, he tried to grasp it back. But the feelings had disappeared. The Stirrings were gone.

I certainly liked the memory, though. I can see why it's your favorite. Love Love Trust the memories and how they make you feel.

But now Jonas had experienced real sadness. He had felt grief. He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. These were deeper and they did not need to be told. They were felt. Today, he felt happiness.