Quotes About Feelings

I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

Real love cannot be cultivated or protected in an environment of fear. Fear suffocates the love that may be present and sabotages the pursuit of love elsewhere. If you want to create love in your life, you must look at your motivations and the feelings they create. Your intention of fear must be replaced by an intention of trust and love.

emotions to surface now.

their heart grew cold they let their wings down

centering of whiteness, white tears, the racism of denying racism, hurt feelings, white supremacy performed as hurt feelings.30 She is told off, called out for calling them out, for complaining in the wrong way.

To be a killjoy is often to be assigned as being emotional, too emotional; letting your feelings get in the way of your judgment; letting your feelings get in the way. Your feelings can be the site of a rebellion. A feminist heart beats the wrong way; feminism is hearty.

Did I really think it was wonderful? Wonderful was probably an exaggeration. I thought it was fine. Maybe even good. I couldn't say the last time I thought anything was exactly wonderful. That implied more joy than I may ever have felt.

Estoy tan lleno de amor que se me desborda, que estallo.

Oh, let me tell you, feelings are all dangerous. Love, hope... Ha! Hope! You talk about dangerous, eh? No, you can't avoid any of them. We all own a beast called anger. It can serve us: many good things come out of anger at bad things; many unjust things are made just. But first we all have to figure out how to civilize it.

That's what music did. It made you feel. ... Music, her grandfather always told her, was language. A special language, a gift from the Muses, something all people are born understanding but few people can thoroughly translate.

That crazy kind of laughing that feels almost the same as crying.

I hope I haven't hurt your feelings,' he said. 'I don't have feelings, at least not the inconvenient ones.

Whether he loved her or not didn't change how she felt about him. She loved him independent and regardless of whether he loved her.

It was so weird, because usually I was totally nervous talking to guys. But Eli was different. He made me want to say more, not less. Which was maybe not a good thing.

Just because a person isn't talking about something doesn't mean it's not on their mind. Often, in fact, it's why they won't speak of it.

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it's sometimes even harder to let it out.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall apart and see options instead of endings.

I'm not saying I'm a liar,' I told him. He raised his eyebrows. 'That's not how I meant it, anyway.' 'How'd you mean it, then?' I was digging myself a hole here, and I knew it. But still, I tried to explain myself. 'It's just... I don't always say what I feel.' 'Why not?' 'Because the truth sometimes hurts,' I said. 'Yeah,' he said. 'So do lies, though.

Yes, it sucked getting dumped. But wasn't it better to just be brutally honest? To admit that your feeling for someone is never going to be powerful enough to justify taking up any more of their time? I was doing him a favor, really. Freeing him up for a better opportunity. In fact, I was a practically a saint, if you really thought about it. Exactly.

But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

A ver, ¿qué hay que ponerse para cortar con alguien? ¿Negro, de luto? ¿O algo colorido y alegre, para distraerlos de su dolor? ¿O mejor algo de camuflaje, que te ayude a desaparecer rápidamente en caso de que no se lo tomen bien?

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood about I felt.