Quotes About Feelings

Do you know, one of the greatest problems of our age is that we are governed by people who care more about feelings than they do about thoughts and ideas? Now, thoughts and ideas, that interests me.

I recall how I suspected at the time that my young friend was indulging in her first bout of calf love.

Helpless as a burning city, / how can I ignore that the extremes / of pleasure are fire storms / that leave a vacuum into which / dangerous feelings (tenderness, / affection, l o v e) may rush / like gale force winds.

He likes to complain. It feels natural to him. He was unhappy a long time, and complaining makes him feel as if he's warding off greater evil.

This was a crush? It felt like gum stuck in my throat. Gum stuck in my heart. Mucking everything up. Crush . It felt crushing. Not in a good way. In an eating-too-much cookie-dough-and-getting-a-stomachache way. Too overwhelming.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart--never.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

Sometimes we pretend we don't care, because it hurts to admit we still do.

Los hilos que hacen nacer los sentimientos son muy sutiles. Nadie podrá darte razón de ellos. Las cosas pasan, simplemente, y no hagas esfuerzos inútiles por racionalizarlas.

Though he had determined upon this in the first moment of joyful enthusiasm, yet the delay of four-and-twenty hours had made a material change in his feelings; his most virtuous resolves were always rather the effect of sudden impulse than of steady principle.

Though he had determined upon this in the first moment of joyful enthusiasm, yet the delay of four-and-twenty hours had made a material change in his feelings; his most virtuous resolves were always rather the effect of sudden impulse than of steady principle. But when the tide of passion had swept away the landmarks, he had no method of ascertaining the boundaries of right and wrong.

I am too honest to pretend to feelings I don't have. I am happy when I make you happy and when you do not trouble my happiness.

Annika no quería llegar tan lejos. Opinaba que el hombre era el único ser dotado de fantasía y sentimientos, y que por eso mismo tenía una grave responsabilidad sobre la naturaleza y sobre todo lo que vivía.

He'd seen so much pain over the past few years that in some ways he'd become immune to thinking about what others felt. But when it came to his mother—his indomitable, invincible mother—he, too, hated the thought. She was the epitome of strength to him

She always attempted to be orderly, to catalogue her thoughts and feelings, so that when the awful, anarchic inner voice caught her out, her mind was stocked with efficacious replies. "What am I doing here?" could be answered with lists. She had another stock of replies to "Who the hell do you think you are, attempting to be alive?" She justified herself by saying that she was of service, that she ordered fragments of other lives.

Feelings are waters flowing in chain from soul to soul – do you know the shape of the Universe? Neither do I, but I imagine this chain of souls drinking from souls and these from others…

Love – are you still excited by a coat you wear every day? Love is not a coat – I was told in reply…

The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs.

The heart never becomes wrinkled.

My God, these Feeling types! ... Sensitive people are just tyrannical people - everybody else has to adapt to them.

The sheer intensity of a child's feelings means they cannot be repressed without severe consequences. The thicker the prison wall grow, says Miller, the more future emotional development is impeded. When that wall is especially impenetrable, and the pain behind it is overwhelming, cutting is the strategy some use to try to break through and achieve some sense of control.

Not only are love and hate such closely related emotions, but it's a lot easier to hate someone you've cared about than someone you never have.

Would it be better to feel afraid all the time or to feel nothing at all? She hadn't decided yet.

Conformity begins the moment you ignore how you feel for acceptance.