Quotes About Feelings

There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression.

Love? Why ... it is what everybody feels for everybody else.

Love does not analyze its object.

Beauty may be the object of liking--great qualities of admiration--good ones of esteem--but love only is the object of love.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

You cannot pluck love out of your heart as you would pull a tooth.

Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.

She loved him, though not at this particular moment.

But no one frees himself from being in love in three days.

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

I love films that make you feel good when you come out and, in my opinion, there's not enough of them these days.

There are many people out there (me being one of them) who can vouch that animals have feelings; they feel compassion and love, as well as pain!

I love great music and if it doesn't move me I don't listen to it.

Sometimes it's hard to tell what's love and what's only indigestion

Love isn't sensible, Red. I think that's the point.

Love doesn't always have to be spoken out loud.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.

Every letter was a love letter.

He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.

We tire differently if we love or love not.