Quotes About Feelings

In that moment, something crystallized--all the vague uninformed feelings of a lifetime suddenly snapped into focus with an enhanced clarity. Everything is tethered to everything else. With people, it isn't gravity or cables--it's money, promises, blood and feelings. The tethers are all the words we use to tie each other down. Or up. And we whirl around and around, just like asteroids cabled together. From Stars (anthology) Riding Janis

As Michael Cunningham would later write in his novel The Hours, I thought what I was feeling was the beginning of happiness. In fact, it was happiness.

Kyra: I always felt profoundly at peace. I don't know why, it still seems true to me: if you have a love, which for any reason you can't talk about, your heart is with someone you can't admit - not to a single soul except for the person involved - then for me, well, I have to say, that's love at its purest. For as long as it lasts, it's this astonishing achievement. Because it's always a relationship founded in trust. Tom: It seems mad to me.

I could blame everyone else for not feeling the pain I felt, or I could feel my own grief without any expectations about how anyone else should feel. I could have gratitude for whatever kindness people extended to me, while recognizing that they could not be expected to share my feelings. This was my tragedy, not theirs. I thought of the Auden poem "Musée des Beaux Arts," about suffering "while someone else is eating or opening a window.

love , n. I'm not even going to try.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

flux , n . The natural state. Our moods change. Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just one glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said 'what's the hurry?' you asked my name and I almost forgot

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.

We love and we feel and we try and we hope.

I want to take back at least half of the "I love you"s, because I didn't mean them as much as the other ones.

And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I've never felt before. A closeness that isn't merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we've only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting

All the feelings Are dead inside me And I want them To be alive

Betrayal. Lust. Secrecy. Devotion. I think we do these things to feel more alive. When the truth is that alive is alive -- you can feel it in anything, if you give it a chance.

What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such small measure of time contain such enormity? I suddenly realize why people believe in deja vu, why people believe they've lived past lives, because there is no way the years I've spent on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I'm feeling. The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations -- all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen.

Today was awkward, but I think that's because it feels like a very awkward time. It isn't about you, and it isn't about love. It's about everything crashing together at once.

I'm not in love with you.

Be honest and don't pretend you're not falling truly, madly, and deeply for this guy. Denial will get you in trouble.