Quotes About Feelings

always ready to justify her actions, constantly monitoring what she'd just said or done, while simultaneously feeling defensive about the defensiveness, her thoughts and feelings twisting into impenetrable knots, so that sometimes, like right now, sitting in a room with normal people, all the things she couldn't say rose in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

One's happiness depends less on what he knows than on what he feels.

No people are more conceited than those who depict their own feelings, especially if they happen to have a little prose at their command for the occasion.

We often have need of a profound philosophy to restore to our feelings their original state of innocence, to find our way out of the rubble of things alien to us, to begin to feel for ourselves and to speak ourselves, and I might almost say to exist ourselves. Even if my philosophy does not extend to discovering anything new, it does nevertheless possess the courage to regard as questionable what has long been thought true.

One of the most interesting findings in modern psychology is that the way people perceive and interpret things affects how they feel about them. As the old saying goes, there are two sides to every story. Now, modern science tells us that the side people see affects what they think, how they feel, and ways they behave.

Love, live, life, and Im dead.

Hater, hater, hater I love you so much.

I love romantic comedies.

Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works. Something warm opened up inside my chest. It was a nice feeling.

That night at Gertie's when she asked me if I preferred to be the one who loved slightly more or loved slightly less.

Love, he thought. It would come out soon enough. Words and feelings were all churned up together inside him, finding each other like lost parts of an atom. He didn't try to push them apart or away. He let them float in the new fullness in his chest.

Music helps us to both articulate & express our emotions in a manner that's publicly acceptable.

Music is emotion set to rhythm and tone.

Singing is a little bit like the Halloween of emotions. It allows us to put on any costume we want; to become any character we need to express at any given moment; to instantly feel better and to do so in a way that is generally more publicly acceptable.

The passion fades, the remorse is eternal.

I don't know if I love him. I'm not sure what love is, or if I'm qualified to make that proclamation.

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

Yes... That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those ...about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion or another.

I had to ask myself, why I was sensing a twinge of something that felt suspiciously like nostalgia. But starlight can do that to a person.

Pain itself, as a pure experience, is something different from the anxiety attached to it.

When adults ignore their children's feelings, children come to believe their feelings are not important. When we repeatedly threaten or punish children for a display of emotion, children learn that emotions are dangerous things that need to be held inside and hidden—an invitation to later depression or rage.

Feelings will come and go, but you are always responsible for your actions.

Now it is as if I remember my grief rather than experience it. I remember the pain I suffered as the memories washed over me where I sat on the deck that day. Now I have only the memories of my own feelings, not the feelings themselves. That day the feelings were still alive, the pain real. Now I look back and I can see every detail but I am not there, inside it. My own pain is now forever calcified. I carry it with me, but it is no longer alive. (10)

Who says a scorned man can't feel just as much wrath as a scorned woman?