Quotes About Feeling

Alma used the word settled the way the less genteel used motherfucker, as a chisel to pry open a particular feeling.

Si la falta de emoción no hubiese despertado mi interés profesional, ahora no recordaría el incidente; en aquel momento no me suscitó ningún sentimiento.

Now I continued sipping my soup. If my lack of emotion had not surprised me from the standpoint of professional interest, I would not remember this incident now, because there was so little feeling involved in it.

Nunc scio quit sit amor.

I too am a poet who has found some favour with the Muse. I too have written songs. I too have heard the shepherds call me bard. But I take it from them with a grain of salt: I have the feeling that I cannot yet compare with Varius or Cinna, but cackle like a goose among melodious swans.

It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for.

The strange thing on looking back was the purity, the integrity of her feeling for Sally. It was not like one's feeling for a man.

The proper stuff of fiction" does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling every thought every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon no perception comes amiss. And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her as well as honour and love her for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

I come home—and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt.

The only truth which she could discover was the truth of what she herself felt.

Como uma nuvem que atravessa o sol, o silêncio caiu sobre Londres, e caiu sobre o espírito. Todo esforço é findo. Pende o tempo, do mastro. Rígido, somente o esqueleto do hábito sustenta a forma humana. E onde não há nada, disse Peter Walsh a si mesmo; o sentimento escava-se, ôco, completamente ôco. Clarissa recusou-me, pensou. E ali ficou parado, a pensar: Clarissa recusou-me.

Yet now leaning here, till the gate prints my arm, I feel the weight that has formed itself in my side. Something has formed…some hard thing.

How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

It was protective, on her side; sprang from a sense of being in league together, a presentiment of something that was bound to part them (they spoke of marriage always as a catastrophe), which led to this chivalry, this protective feeling which was much more on her side than Sally's.

La bellezza del mondo ha due tagli, uno di gioia, l'altro d'angoscia, e taglia in due il cuore.

she felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream...

De modo que não havia mesmo desculpa; não tinha absolutamente nada, exceto o pecado pelo qual a natureza humana o condenava à morte, o pecado de não sentir.

The very reason why the poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one used to have (at luncheon parties before the war perhaps), so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now. But

It was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.

The very reason why the poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one used to have (at luncheon parties before the war perhaps), so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.

now that one was mature then, said Peter, one could watch, one could understand, and one did not lose the power of feeling, he said. No, that is true, said Sally. She felt more deeply, more passionately, every year. It increased, he said, alas, perhaps, but one should be glad of it-- it went on increasing in his experience.

extremes of feeling are allied to madness;

He became engaged one evening when the panic was on him—that he could not feel.

The very reason why that poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one used to have (at luncheon parties before the war perhaps), so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troubling to check the feeling, or to compare it with any that one has now.