Quotes About Feelings

But if he had come down from the Cross, he would have made it impossible for them to believe in him, for he would have substituted sight for faith. That is why he does not take us down from our crosses: so that we do not substitute feelings and experiences for faith. He wants the very best for us, the strongest and most precious gift, and that is faith.

But we can influence (not compel) each other's choices through the mediating channels of imagination and emotion. So can angels. They can't put judgments in your mind or choices in your will, but they can put images in your imagination and feelings in your heart. (Feelings don't compel you either; your will can choose whether to follow your feelings or not.)

Faith is like a rock; feelings are like waves.

We too can love with the will even when we do not have loving emotions or feelings. We make this distinction toward ourselves quite easily, so we should be able to do it toward others too when necessary.

The heart spiritually is the will, not the feelings. It is under our control. Feelings are not.

8. Charity (agape), or willing the good of the other. Since this love comes from the will rather than the feelings, and since angels have wills, angels have this love.

Love lost or rejected may first turn to hate, but only over time does it become indifference.

I wonder, he wondered, if any human has ever felt this way before about an android.

Triste?ea e cea mai puternic? emo?ie pe care-o poate sim?i un om, un copil sau un animal. E un sentiment bun.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action.

When her eyes spilled over with happiness, I saw she took your words to heart as I never could.

To be sure, there's a warm passion behind what you say. But if you give in to that passion, friends, you're a doing what I always warned you agin: you're a placing the satisfaction of your own feelings above the work you have to do.

She had never dreamed of what it would feel like to love someone so much; of all the things that had astonished her in her adventures, that was what astonished her the most. She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it for ever.

She'd hardly been aware of feeling anxious, but that was because anxiety was everywhere, built into the very molecules of the world, or so it had seemed.

To be sure, there's a warm passion behind what you say. But if you give in to that passion, friends, you're doing what I always warned you agin: you're a placing the satisfaction of your own feelings above the work you have to do... Don't you worry that John Faa's heart is too soft to strike a blow when the time comes. And the time will come under judgement. Not under passion.

How could he have gone around dopily believing he was making her happy when there was no justification for his feelings, when they were absurd, when, year in, year out, she was seething with hatred for their house?

But this had happened to me more than once in my life: I had refused to allow convention to determine my conduct, only to learn, after I'd gone my own way, that my bedrock feelings were sometimes more conventional than my sense of unswerving moral imperative.

Emotions, when they're revved up, don't change, they're the same, fresh and raw. Everything passes? Nothing passes. The same emotions are here!

Actually, we did not have the feelings we said we had until we spoke them - at least I didn't; to phrase them was to invent them and own them

Todo el tiempo que estuvimos separados yo estuve pensando en ella, pero un día me dijo: 'Mis sentimientos han cambiado, qué puedo hacer, ya no aguanto a Bruce'. Como si fueran sus sentimientos los que la controlaran a ella y no al revés. Como si sus sentimientos estuvieran fuera de ella y no bajo su control, como un autobús que uno tiene que esperar.

To them, right and wrong is words, boy. He came away and eased himself into his big desk chair, sitting straight, hands out before him on the unscarred presidential cherrywood. Right and wrong ain't words, he said. They're feelings. In your guts and intestines and such. Not words. Not songs with guitars. They're what make you feel like you do. They're inside you. Your heart and digestion. Like the folks you personally love.

Lyndon cannot, he insists, for the life of him understand why new generations such as your own see everything of importance in terms of love, David. As if it explained feelings lasting years, that word.

My feelings just started to change. It wasn't all him. It took time, but after time passed I felt something was missing, and I'm selfish, I can only feel like I'm giving more than I'm getting for so long, then things change.

Because love cannot be discussed objectively.