Quotes About Feeling

happen to believe that America is dying of loneliness, that we, as a people, have bought into the false dream of convenience, and turned away from a deep engagement with our internal lives—those fountains of inconvenient feeling—and toward the frantic enticements of what our friends in the Greed Business call the Free Market.

Why does it feel like night today? Something in the air's not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left

My heart votes for you, and what am I, indeed, to dispute her ballot!

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it — the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it — the whole story doesn't show.

Earth tilts toward Winter my heart goes tilty too the summer-fever cools to a more reflective hue

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — "Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought."

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone...

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia.

I could feel it--inside, and I decided that night, reading poetry beneath a caged light bulb, that real was when you could fee your whole body light up from within.

I wouldn't know where pure emotion, a crush as you say, stops and sex begins. Does anyone know? When does a feeling become a sin? When the body performs what is already formed in the mind? Tell me that, Red?

What is at stake here is a totally new unity of form, meaning and feeling: language-images that cannot simply be thought up or written up … They constitute new, multifaceted objects, resembling polyplanes made of mirrors … As if the illogical was relaxation, as if laughter was permitted while thinking, as if error was a way and chance, a proof of eternity.

Where words fail, music speaks.

What would music, art, poetry, or literature be without emotion?

It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it.

I used to think, if there was anything in the world he did love, it was our dear little Eva; but he seems to be forgetting her very easily. I cannot ever get him to talk about her. I really did think he would show more feeling!" "Still waters run deepest, they used to tell me," said Miss Ophelia, oracularly.

Anton had the feeling that by doing something which was within his power but which he could not quite think of, he could undo everything and return to the way they had been before, sitting around the table playing a game. It was as if he had forgotten a name remebered a hundred times before and now on the tip of his tongue, but the harder he tried to recall it, the more elusive it became.

It is easier to act yourself into a new way of feeling than to feel yourself into a new way of acting.

Every motion contains within itself a thought and feeling.

Inside her chest, a warm, billowing, something swept through her, to the tips of her fingers, the bottoms of her feet, shining like a brilliant beam of light. It wasn't hot, boiling feeling of her temper, nor was it the cold wash of tingles that Swearing on Silver brought. It was deeper. It didn't just pour through her body, but penetrated her soul.

Waters thick. Bloods thick. I feel thick. You feel thick. God feels thick. So what's the matter?

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

Our heart chooses for us, or a tiny whisper inside that is too faint for us to hear.

If I felt any better I'd be unconscious.

Good mornin', blues, blues how do you do?Good mornin', blues, blues how do you do?I'm doin' all right, good mornin', how are you?