Quotes About Feelings

El amor no se puede forzar

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes on expression: words, gestures, signs, letters, articulateness or action. I need this in others.

We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.

We are punctual, a stressed, marked characteristic. We need order around us, in the house, in the life, although we live by irresistible impulses, as if the order in the closets, in our papers, in our books, in our photographs, in our souvenirs, in our clothes could preserve us from chaos in our feelings, loves, in our work. Indifference to food, sobriety; but this, we admit, is the part of the war against a threatening fragility.

She is suspicious of words. She lives by her senses, by her intuition. We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. How are you going to tell about them?

When I saw you I thought, here is a man I could love. And I was no longer afraid of feelings. I couldn't go through with the suicide (idea of killing off romanticism), something held me back.

He observed confusion and chaos, which I call living by one's emotions instead of one's mind.

I thought of my difficulties with writing, my struggles to articulate feelings not easily expressed. Of my struggles to find a language for intuition, feelings, instincts which are, in themselves, elusive, subtle, and wordless.

What unites us universally is our emotions, our feelings in the face of experience, and not necessarily the actual experiences themselves.

I care about everything. Emotionalism and sensibility are my quicksands.

I have no longer the strength to act what I do not feel.

You blush before your tenderness.

No sabes lo que es la sensualidad. Hugo y yo sí. Está en nosotros, no en tus pervertidas prácticas; está en el sentimiento, la pasión, el amor.»

me he enfrentado a mis sentimientos. Soy plenamente concientes de ellos.Prro aún no he encontrado a nadie con quién quisiera vivirlos hasta el final. Por otra parte no estoy segura de que es lo que quiero vivir hasta el final.

Anaïs, it makes me weep, your Journal. It makes me love you beyond words.

When I awakened at dawn, I had a moment of repulsion, of shame. When my feelings aren't touched, I feel shame, as man does with the whore.

I write emotional algebra.

Mieux vaut une vraie tristesse qu'une fausse joie.

What was doubly disconcerting for me was that he showed such extraordinary and precocious insight in describing his own feelings that I felt he was making my own confession.

Amiel écrirait que son âme émet des rayons noirs.

If, as I say, I did not love my betrothed, at any rate, I had never loved any other woman.

This quietness frightened me, and once again all my negative feelings about my life came back, protesting, asserting their presence, bewailing their existence in the silence. they were so violent, painful almost, so insistent that, if I could, I would have howled like an animal. I took hold of my hand, I recall, took my left hand in my right; I wanted to raise it to my head, and did so. Why? To confirm that I was still alive and to show myself how wonderful that was.

Are you in pain?' I asked, because I know that everything in the world that matters shows up as some kind of pain. Or pang. Joy included.