Quotes About Feelings

If he's choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn't respect your feelings and needs.

He's just not that into you.

Shelly never felt bad about anything. At least not when it came to other people's feelings. The girls noticed she'd shed a torrent of tears for dead pets, but never for another person.

If we hope to be transformed, we have to allow God's Word to have more credibility than our present feelings. Take

I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again. And unvoiced, unmoving, unlived in the things we declare form heart to heart, those true and real feelings wither and crumble in the remembering hand that tries too late to reach for them.

Gimme an honest frown over a false smile, any day.

It's impossible to be really sad when you're asleep. You can be happy and afraid and angry in your dreams, but you have to be wide awake to be sad, don't you think?

Naujienos praneša, k? žmon?s dar?. Paskalos praneša, kaip jiems tai patiko.

And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and

I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again. And unvoiced, unmoving, unlived in the things we declare from heart to heart, those true and real feelings wither and crumble in the remembering hand that tries too late to reach for them.

One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you. CHAPTER SIX PRABAKER'S

Sadness is my one and my only art.

I've been in love with you for a while, and I finally had to say it. It doesn't mean you have to do anything about it -- or me either, for that matter.

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

It's a fact of being in love that we often pay no attention whatsoever to the substance of what a lover says, while being intoxicated to ecstasy by the way it's said. I was in love with her eyes, but I didn't read them. I loved her voice, but I didn't really hear the fear and the anguish in it.

They claim a hidden corner of our hearts, all those moments that stay with us unscreamed.

And because I was in love with her, I felt trapped by those fictions.

I felt myself reddening slightly, not from embarrassment, but from shame, that she'd said so easily the very words, I like you, that I wouldn't let myself say to her.

You can be happy and afraid and angry in your dreams, but you have to be wide awake to be sad, don't you think?

Milczenie potrafi rani? jak bat

Emotionally, I've always worn my heart on my sleeve.

The Left only worries about people who don't want to work; they could care less. They cater more to people who are here illegally, and they care more about the feelings of countries that would love to see us wiped off the face of the Earth than they do hard-working Americans. It's ridiculous.

Anyone who has problems, or worries, anyone who laughs and cries, anyone who feels can write. It's only talking on paper... talking about the things that matter to us.