Quotes About Feelings

I never knew listening to a song could give you goose bumps and make you cry until I listened to Lauryn Hill.

I felt the need to be more open and expressive of my feelings, not just about the hills and the countryside, but about the daily life.

We all have grown up watching Hindi romantic films, and when it comes to show love, that's probably how we show it.

Empathy is the basis of a major conception of morality. • Morality Is Empathy. The logic of empathy is this: If you really feel what another person feels, and if you want to feel a sense of well-being, then you will want that person to experience a sense of well-being.

That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to Him, "Thou art my refuge.

Some dreams, some poems, some musical phrases, some pictures, wake feelings such as one never had before, new in colour and form—spiritual sensations, as it were, hitherto unproved

Many feelings are simply too good to last--using the phrase not in the unbelieving sense in which it is generally used, but to express the fact that intensity and endurance cannot coexist in the human frame. But the virtue of a mood depends by no means on its immediate presence. Like any other experience, it may be believed in, and, in its absence, which leaves the mind free to contemplate it, works even more good than its presence

Contempt is murder committed by the intellect, as hatred is murder committed by the heart.

There is no cheating in nature and the simple unsought feelings of the soul.

in order to feel, it is necessary that the mind should rest upon the matter, whatever it is.

When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

The perfection of his relation to us swallows up all our imperfections, all our defects, all our evils; for our childhood is born of his fatherhood. That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to him, "Thou art my refuge, because thou art my home.

That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to him, Thou art my refuge, because thou art my home.

That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to him, 'Thou art my refuge, because thou art my home.

There are as many kinds of anger as there are of the sunsets with which they ought to end

I could not help feeling a little annoyed, (which was very foolish, I know,)

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.

Such were her thoughts, though she lacked the words to express them.

They could not alter your feelings: for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare the utmost detail of everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.

The whole incident could not have taken as much as half a minute. Not to let one's feelings appear in one's face was a habit that had acquired the status of an instinct, and in any case they had been standing straight in front of a telescreen when the thing happened. Nevertheless it had been very difficult not to betray a momentary surprise, for in the two or three seconds while he was helping her up the girl had slipped something into his hand.

Eles não podem alterar os sentimentos... aliás, nem nós próprios poderíamos alterá-los, mesmo que quiséssemos. Podiam pôr a nu, com todo o pormenor, quanto houvéramos feito, dito ou pensado; mas o mais fundo do coração, cujo funcionamento até para nós constitui um mistério, há-de ser sempre inexpugnável.

Oye, cuantos más hombres hayas tenido más te quiero yo. ¿Lo comprendes?

Still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise…he could not help but share in the general delirium, but this subhuman chanting…always filled him with horror. Of course, he chanted with the rest: it was impossible to do otherwise. To dissemble your feelings, to control your face, to do what everyone else was doing, was an instinctive reaction.

No podían conseguir que cambiaras tus sentimientos: de hecho, ni tú mismo podías cambiarlos por más que quisieras. Podían averiguar hasta el último detalle de lo que habías hecho, dicho o pensado; pero el interior de tu corazón, cuyo funcionamiento era un misterio incluso para ti, seguía siendo inexpugnable.