Quotes About Feelings

The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

If true love were only about feelings, Jesus would have been hugged to death for our redemption. Thank God for His cross this and every day.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

I think you run out of 'I love yous

You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I've ever loved anyone, as much as I can. It feels like a lot – it takes up my whole heart.

When we love, it is not necessary to understand what is happening outside, because everything happens inside us instead.

Prem Bubula, I have told you that a woman is to be loved, not understood.

I was in love many times. This is very good for a woman.

I had very steady and formal relationships with women. And I can say, I fell in love with women and it felt right.

Love is an emotion. Totally silent and inexpressible with words.

I think love is a really hard thing to define. I think it's multifaceted.

I really think it's important for people to let each other know exactly how they feel when it comes to love!

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

The most persistent hate is that which doth degenerate from love.

I think love is serious. It's like an invention: sometimes it lies deep down inside you, great and quiet--and at other times it racks you and keeps you from sleeping.

I have loved him too much not to hate

When I fall in love, I don't know why I fall in love, I just know that I am in love.

The principal difference between love and hate is that love is a irradiation, and hate is a concentration. Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the object of its hatred.

Have I ever been in love? Really in love? And why is it that with each new guy I think I'm more in love with him than the last?

Valentine, just a few words to tell you how I love you. I have loved you since the first day I saw you. Whenever that was.

One can fall in love and still hate.