Quotes About Feelings

And then it was all happening, what had started to happen at least twice before. Feelings so sweet and strong she could hardly bear it. Strange recognition, unexpected belonging…impossible knowing…

If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.

I love you, she told him. "I love you, Kait. From the very beginning.

I love you Stefan, never let that go.

It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our perplexity when alone.

When, after having read a work, loftier thoughts arise in your mind and noble and heartfelt feelings animate you, do not look for any other rule to judge it by; it is fine and written in a masterly manner.

Women are at little trouble to express what they do not feel; but men are still at less to express what they do feel.

Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion.

Love receives its death-wound from aversion, and forgetfulness buries it.

In the human heart there is a perpetual generation of passions; so that the ruin of one is almost always the foundation of another.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Constancy in love ... is only inconstancy confined to one object.

The head can't long act the part of the heart.

Friendship is insipid to those who have experienced love.

Oh! think not that my eyes are dry, Because you mark no falling tears: There flows a river deep and dark, Whose waters ebb not with the years.

My tears fall inward on my heart, And, dew-like, keep its memories green: Sad strains, unheard by other ears, Break forth for me from lips unseen.

She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I've ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn't even know my face could do this. It's like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

And that was why she was angry. Because they weren't giving her a reason to be angry. Feelings. Were. Stupid.

No era tiempo para enamorarse

Realmente piensas que es más sencillo conseguir alegría que dolor?- preguntó Karou -.¿Cuál de los dos sentimientos has experimentado más veces?

The unconscious mind is open terrain - no walls or barriers, for better or worse. Thoughts and feelings are free to wander, like characters leaving their books to taste life in other stories. Terrors roam, and so do yearnings. Secrets are turned out like pockets, and old memories meet new.