Quotes About Feeling

letting myself be transported by her smile, the shape of her lips, the dimples in her cheeks, the astonishing mobility of her face. Looking at her, and feeling her knee against mine, gave me a chance not to think.

Pain was the only sign to her that she was alive and could feel emotion.

When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

The sublime feeling is not mere pleasure as taste is – it is a mixture of pleasure and pain... Confronted with objects that are too big according to their magnitude or too violent according to their power, the mind experiences its own limitations.

The depth of her feeling surprises her, because how can she have any leftover grief available for other people, for Paola's murdered nephew? But there it is—an anguish that makes her feel hollow in the bones, despair for a beautiful boy Lydia never met.

To live is not to breathe but to act. It is to make use of our organs, our senses, our faculties, of all the parts of ourselves which give us the sentiment of our existence. The man who has lived the most is not he who has counted the most years but he who has most felt life.

Devenu chant, le cri n'est plus l'expression spontanée, éphémère et solitaire, d'un sentiment particulier; il prend langue avec l'universel.

What rhymes with smile?" "Bile, as in Your smile makes me want to throw up.

All feeling is painful, one way or another. The most exquisite joy is a sting to the heart, and love - love is a crisis of the soul.

What you really long for is a deep intimacy with your own experience—the deepest acceptance of every thought, every sensation, every feeling. And that cannot come from outside of yourself.

The Haunting was the feeling you got sometimes, in the Vurt, the real world calling you home. There's more to life than this. This is just a game.

Then, too, that other effect of the spores, the brightness in my chest, continued to sculpt me as I walked, and by the time I reached the deserted village that told me I was halfway to the lighthouse, I believed I could have run a marathon. I did not trust that feeling. I felt, in so many ways, that I was being lied to.

The Englishman likes to imagine himself at sea, the German in a forest. It is impossible to express the difference of their national feeling more concisely.

As I finished the bed, thinking it looked surprisingly comfortable, a terrible black feeling came over me and I shuddered, aching at the sudden loneliness. I missed my new family.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

It's not that he doesn't smile; it's that if his smile were something you drew, you'd erase it, thinking, Wrong.

I'll love you forever in darkness and sun, I'll love you past when my whole sweet life is done," he says. Something he once wrote to her in a birthday card when they were still in their twenties. Oh, my. In their twenties. And there it is, slow to come today, but there it is, the feeling of her inside him. She blooms in his heard, and he is suddenly warm.

There was in it a moment of indignity, nearly comedic - a feeling that I had lost my balance. But I had not.

The girl looked about her. "' Tis a pretty room," she said without thinking, and then wondered how that could be, when it was so plain and bare. Perhaps it was only the sunlight on boards that were scrubbed smooth and white, or perhaps it was the feeling of peace that lay across the room as tangibly as the bar of sunshine.

There is a level of grief so deep that it stops resembling grief at all. The pain becomes so severe that the body can no longer feel it. The grief cauterizes itself, scars over, prevents inflated feeling. Such numbness is a kind of mercy.

But it was pure, this love that I was feeling.

Good morning, Mr. Herbert," I said. "I stand ready to review any evidence of it," he replied, without lifting his forehead from the table. "How are you feeling today?" I asked. "Blithesome. Glorious. Exalted. I'm a sultan in his palace." He still hadn't lifted his head. "How's the script coming along?" "Be a humanitarian, Vivian, and stop asking questions.

from Beatrix in this case, who quoted the esteemed Swedish botanical taxonomist Carl Linnaeus on how to distinguish minerals from plants, and plants from animals: "Stones grow. Plants grow and live. Animals grow, live, and feel

I believe that you wanted to love Marie—that you're enamored by the idea of love—but that you have no concept what love is. I think that's what you're searching for in St. Giles—some source of emotion, some inkling of what human feeling really is.