Quotes About Feelings

Emotions are part of our soul's anatomy. Having them available is a gift; clinging to them is not.

Don't be logical. You know I hate that.

Imagination turns experiences into anxious feelings, troubles and sadness or, on the flipside, excitement, happiness and contentment. The

Yeah, seeing her unsettled him, but it was her words that nearly took him apart. Because sometime after his heart started beating again, after he'd grabbed ahold of his emotions, she'd become the woman that, once upon a time, he'd fallen in love with.

God's promises don't depend on your feelings. They depend on his Word. Stop relying on yourself and let God use you how he wants.

You're seeing the world through your feelings. Not through truth. Not through God's eyes. If he's called you to something, he'll equip you, even if you don't know how.

I don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, noth teh other way

I don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, not the other way.

don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, not the other way.

The mournfulness felt like a hand pressing on my chest.

Tears came welling up behind her eyes for a second, then they went back inside for some other time, a sad time. A certain crevice of Lucky's mind wondered if there is some kind of reservoir for tears where they are stored, because sometimes there are so many of them, pouring and pouring out.

I realized that in depression, nothing matters," she said. "And in sadness, everything matters.

Our culture generally views tears and what may lie behind them—sadness, anger, disappointment, fear—as signs of a problem. Something has gone wrong. Somebody needs to figure out who screwed up so we can set this thing right. But tears are actually sweet things. They are signs of authentic feelings. Of

Here was a path that led you, not away from strong emotion but directly toward it; one that applauded the ability to feel deeply—not for its dramatic qualities but for its vividness and intelligence.

Anything she says will be ok with him -- this she feels instinctively. She looks up and meets his eyes: eagle against the sky, his eyes boring into her. He leans over and kisses her, first lightly, then his arms circles her waist and his hand grasps a shoulder blade, pulling her up and closer. Inside her a diamond, the glittering spot where her feelings have solidified into the hardest substance on earth, catches fire and melts.

Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers. The question of what to do with the feelings that have been aroused, the knowledge that has been communicated. If one feels that there is nothing 'we' can do -- but who is that 'we'? -- and nothing 'they' can do either -- and who are 'they' -- then one starts to get bored, cynical, apathetic.

All we women have to give you is memory. Everything we washed is there. Everything we cooked. Everything we said. What we felt we might keep to ourselves, unless someone wrote it down.

She knew with painful certainty that the opposite of love was not hate, but indifference.

Love wasn't love if she had to try too hard to feel it.

When you're sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.

The truth is, we don't have an easy language for emotional life. That's why we have writers.

Sometimes you feel like crying before you feel like trying.

The look in his melted-chocolate eyes was now completely non-Disney.

I love you a ten. - Savannah to Ken