Quotes About Feelings

It's only when you love him that you hate him.

I couldn't cry. You have to have your arms open and your mouth open and your heart. My heart was a fist.

I don't think you get to good writing unless you expose yourself and your feelings. Deep songs don't come from the surface they come from the deep down. The poetry and the songs that you are suppose to write, I believe are in your heart.

I have inspiration and feelings of being alive most every day I live.

Und der Verstand ist eine Illusion (...) Nichts weiter als ein Kostüm, in das der Mensch die Summe seiner Gefühle steckt.

Was aber der Mensch nicht kritisieren, korrigieren und in der Phantasie vollenden darf, dem kann er sich auch nicht nähern, weder in Gedanken noch mit dem Gefühl.

Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are.

I had to laugh. I'd set out on this journey home planning to push Billy past the point of endurance, playing on his misplaced feelings of ownership towards me, and five hundred yards from his door I had succeeded.

Love isn't something you turn on or off. It's just…there. But I won't annoy you with it, I promise you.

Sin duda ella seguía empeñada en Marvin pero eso no quitaba que sintiera atracción por Naseef, de la misma manera que él estaba enamorado de ella pero se sentía atraído por Zahra. Así de complicada es el alma humana.

I'm glad you liked the journal,' he said. 'It was lovely,' she said in soft, faraway kind of voice. 'Very lovely, and...' She looked away, blushing. 'You're going to think I'm silly.' 'Never,' he promised. 'Well, I think one of the reasons I enjoyed it so much is that I could somehow feel that *you'd* enjoyed writing it.

She was swaying slightly from side to side, and he could see her shoulders rise and fall with each shuddering breath. He knew that sort of breath. It was the one you drew when you were trying so hard to keep your feelings inside, but you just weren't strong enough.

He didn't know what he felt. For the first time in his life, his thoughts were a jumble, tossing and turning and writing over each other like an endlessly edited story.

Alayc?l?k gerçek duygular?n yüzeye ç?kmas?n? engelleyen tek ÅŸeydir ve inan bana o duygularla yüzleÅŸmek istemezsin.

What are you smiling about?" she asked. He drew back a few inches, cupping her face with both hands. "How did you know I was smiling?" "I could feel it on my lips." He brought a finger to those lips, tracing the outline, then running the edge of his fingernail along the plump skin. "You make me smile," he whispered. "When you don't make me want to scream, you make me smile." -Sophie & Benedict

She had her face tipped up to the sun and was basking in its warmth. And for one extremely disconcerting moment, Anthony felt a sharp stab of…something.

It was hard to be loved by someone decent and good when you didn't return the emotion.

Las palabras nunca se me han dado demasiado bien. Pero todo empezó con una nota, ¿verdad? Así que si empezó con palabras, debería continuar con ellas. Sin embargo, no tengo palabras para darte las gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí, de manera que utilizaré las únicas que sé y de la única manera que conozco. Te quiero". - Phillip Crane

he was falling in love with her, but he had never been a man to speak of his feelings, and the words choked in his throat. So he kissed her one last time, truly and deeply, hoping she recognized it for what it was, an offering of his very soul. Yours, he thought. I am yours.

You treat Andrew like a brother," he said, turning a page with slow, deliberate movements. "And I treat you . . ." He looked at her. "Not like a brother.

in that moment, she knew she loved him. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of her being, she loved him.

Some moments are easy. They are good and fun and beautiful, and I'm happy. Others aren't so easy. But it is my decision to be happy during the hard times as well as the easy ones. I cannot control most things, but I can control my feelings. And I want to be happy. So I find something in every moment that I can enjoy.

She hated the noise and the streaks of light, and the crackling tension in the air, but most of all she hated what it made her feel. ~ Kate God, he loved thunderstorms. Hard to tell why. Maybe it was just the proof of nature's power over man. Maybe it was the sheer energy of the light and sound that pounded around him. Whatever the case, it made him feel alive. ~ Anthony

How wonderful it was to feel love - even the one-sided sort - for a nice person. It made one feel so positively sensible.