Quotes About Feelings

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

it is easier to manufacture seven facts than one emotion. 

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain. Notebook

A kindly courtesy does at least save one's feelings, even if it is not professing to stand for a welcome.

All emotion is involuntary when genuine.

One wearies of everything in this world, even happiness. Did

So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age.

In verità, non aveva molto senso sospirare perché lei non era ancora nata. Ma noi siamo fatti così, non ragioniamo quando siamo presi da un sentimento: sentiamo e basta.

it wasn't necessarily events themselves that drove our emotions but our beliefs about or interpretations of those events.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Something was beginning to make me feel panicky and bad again. Maybe it was to have been that lost, to lose sense, even a little bit . . .

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

How does it feel, anyway? How does what feel? When you take one of those books? At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. Well? he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.

She laughed and he felt her breath, and he thought about that warmness, how people were warm like that, from inside to out; how it could hit you and disappear, then back again, and nothing was ever permanent--

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

How many books had she touched? How many had she felt?

She enjoyed the small fragments of pain.

Believe it or not - it takes a lot of love to hate you.

I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

It take a lot of love to hate like this

Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera.