Quotes About Feeling

We all do no end of feeling, and we mistake it for thinking. It is held in reverence. Some think it the voice of God." —MARK TWAIN, "Corn-Pone Opinions" (1901)

I'm not mad. I'm in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.

Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

Morality, on the other hand, as Immanuel Kant insisted, is ultimately practical: though it matters morally what we think and feel, morality is, at its heart, about what we do.

Once you start offering reasons for ignoring the interests of others, however, reasoning itself will usually draw you into a kind of universality. A reason is an offer of a ground for thinking or feeling or doing something. And it isn't a ground for me, unless it's a ground for you. If someone really thinks that some group of people genuinely doesn't matter at all, he will suppose they are outside the circle of those to whom justifications are due.

Courage is short as life and sudden as the blink of an eye. So enjoy every moment that makes your heart beat faster, cause will be in this moment that you will achieve the true sense of feeling alive.

I won't feel. . . But that was impossible. She couldn't help feeling.

The mind cannot long act the role of the heart.

She] had heard it said that there was only one emotion which, in recollection, was capable of resurrecting the full immediacy and power of the original—one emotion that time could never fade, and that would drag you back any number of years into the pure, undiluted feeling, as if you were living it anew. It wasn't love… and it wasn't hate, or anger, or happiness, or even grief. Memories of those were but echoes of the true feeling. It was shame. Shame never faded.

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.

Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou

And for the first time in a long, long time, Karou felt the truth of it. Her heart was not wrong.

But the roots of their hate and fear were too deep, and Lazlo saw hints of revulsion as their confusion smeared one feeling into the next.

My heart feels zested. Finely shredded and ready to add to cake batter. It doesn't hurt, because it's not there anymore. Like the angel's chest, with her empty heart hole—but without the sparkler.

Aralar?ndaki bu yeni çekim... astrald?. Sanki etraflar?ndaki hava yeniden ?ekilleniyordu ve Karou bunu ta içinde hissedebiliyordu -s?cak ve yumu?ak bir çekim. Ve bir an için elleri birle?mi?ken, Karou kendini devasa bir bo?luktaki güne?e çekilen bir y?ld?z ????? kadar güçsüz hissetti.

Liraz felt… guilty. It was not her favorite feeling. Her favorite feeling was the absence of feeling; anything else led to turmoil. Right now, for example, she found herself angry at the source of her guilt, and, though aware that this was an improper emotional response, she could not seem to unfeel it. She was angry because she knew she was going to have to do something to… assuage the guilt. Damn it.

Voor mij kon liefde geen plicht zijn, ik wist alleen hoe ik van lichaam en geest kon houden. En dat betekende houden van een massa kleuren, houden van wat je het gevoel geeft dat je leeft. Het betekende ook houden van onvolmaaktheid.

He landed on his back amid a tangled pile of clothes. "Isabelle," Simon protested weakly, "do you really think this is going to make you feel any better?" "Trust me," Isabelle said, placing a hand on his chest, just over his unbeating heart. "I feel better already.

I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.' 'Simon. My name is Simon.

You know," Kirk said finally, breaking the silence. "I see it. He is pretty hot.

Ty reached out and brushed Kit's hair away from his face, an absent sort of gesture that sent a shot of something through Kit, a feeling like he'd touched a live electrical fence.

She supposed it was not the most romantic thing in the world to say that every time she saw James Herondale she felt as if she'd been attcked by a waterfowl, but it was true.

His heart exploding paint and colours because he could not speak the words.

I didn't know where this stuff was coming from - all of a sudden I was a little magickal sprite, bonding with my stone, feeling my earth roots, la la la... All I can is describe the way it felt. And that was how it felt. So sue me. Was I swaying? I felt like I might be swaying.