Quotes About Feelings

But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.

I don't think I can get anywhere near to fully describing what love is.

Affection cannot be created; it can only be liberated.

There are two ways to make someone important in our lives ... we can either love them or hate them.

I think love's exciting and happy, as well as being able to make you sad.

I can't make you love me if you don't, You can't make your heart feel something it won't.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

You think I'm in love, that I'm sent from above, I'm not that innocent.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.

Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring.

Love makes liars of us all.

Love makes you a liar.

Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.

I thought, "If I can make you feel what it's like for that first super-passionate love, other people might like that too," and, of course, they did.

This love thing awakened a group of slumbering senses in my body that I never even knew existed.

It remained an open question, how much sympathy love could stand.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

There's nothing unusual about love.

Women generally consider consequences in love, seldom in resentment.

Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold

I just don't know how to write a love letter. What can you say to a girl that shows you really like her?" "How about, enclosed please find a cookie?

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

We cannot reason ourselves into love, nor can we reason ourselves out of it, which suggests that love and reason have little to do with each other.