Quotes About Feelings

Thoughts lead to feelings. Feelings lead to actions. Actions lead to results.

PRINCÍPIO DE RIQUEZA Pensamentos conduzem a sentimentos. Sentimentos conduzem a ações. Ações conduzem a resultados.

P ? S ? A = R PRINCIPIO DE RIQUEZA: Los pensamientos llevan a sentimientos. Los sentimientos llevan a acciones. Las acciones llevan a resultados.

PRINCIPIO DE RIQUEZA: Los pensamientos llevan a sentimientos. Los sentimientos llevan a acciones. Las acciones llevan a resultados.

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.

One error, in fact, of eccentricity in poetry is to seek for new human emotions to express; and in this search for novelty in the wrong place it discovers the perverse. The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.

The trouble of the modern age is not merely the inability to believe certain things about God and man which our forefathers believed, but the inability to feel towards God and man as they did.

Pain is the opposite of joy But joy is a kind of pain

My heart bleeds buttermilk. -Daine

Wouldn't-- Kel began to say, but the words stuck in her mouth. She swallowed and tried again. Wouldn't it be well, not nice to flirt with somebody you don't want to fall in love with?

Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.

Not kind," he told her. "Grateful. Admiring. You're getting my shirt wet.

The Vazdru do not weep. Who weeps? Not I. Every word spoken was a tear.

Les Vazdru ne pleurent pas. - Chaque parole prononcée fut une larme.

Cornelia sank in romance until it reached her chin. All but her sense was submerged.

She felt, with intensity only fifteen could know. And it was a true and dreadful intensity, no less to be credited because one found her wracked in the throes of it.

hatred and jealousy must find a tongue; only the creatures which never feel those things have no need to talk.

Eric's feelings are hurt. Women shouldn't say such things! They should say: 'I'll never, ever forget you! I'll never, ever stop loving you!' That's women lying plausibly out of respect for other people. Of course they'll forget. Everything is forgettable. In that lies salvation.

I never intended to hurt your feelings, my love," Sylous said as he drew his fingers along her cheek and back behind her ear. Rose inhaled desire as he traced the outline of her face. Her heart beat out of rhythm. Her skin tingled. Awe of Sylous had quickly turned to love long ago. He was her truest companion, the one she dreamed of and longed for. Next to God, Sylous had become her everything.

Your journal pages. Your effort to cry words

The difficult thing is not to pick up the information but to recognise it - to accept it into our consciousness. Most of us find it difficult to know what we are feeling about anything. In any situation it is almost impossible to know what is really happening to us. This is one of the penalties of being human and having a brain so swarming with interesting suggestions and ideas and self-distrust.

In writing these poems about relatives, I found it almost impossible to write about the mother. I was stuck. My feelings about my mother, you see, must be too complicated to easily flow into words.

So this conscious search for a 'solid' irrefutably defined basic (and therefore 'limited') kit of words drew me inevitably towards the solid irrefutably defined basic kit of my experiences – drew me towards animals, basically: my childhood and adolescent pantheon of wild creatures, which were saturated by first hand intense feeling that went back to my infancy. Those particular subjects, in a sense, were the models on which I fashioned my workable language.