Quotes About Feeling

Art films aren't necessarily photography. It's feeling. If we can capture a feeling of a people, of a way of life, then we made a good picture.

Passion is a decision about how we will approach life, before it becomes a feeling!

Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.

I suffer so much in this life. That is what they [the audience] are feeling when I sing, that is why they cry. People who felt nothing in this life cannot sing.

Feeling good and feeling bad are not necessarily opposites. Both at least involve feelings. Any feeling is a reminder of life. The worst 'feeling' evidently is non-feeling.

My life is really a history of observing forms and taking in imagery. I don't mean in a photographic way, I mean in a way of feeling them structurally.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

And even though the ache of that heartbreak hurts like hell, it's so much better than feeling nothing.

She's home. That's all. That's true love, I can't explain it any better than that.

Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.

I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

To feel so known, so understood. It's such a wonderful feeling...

Es el recuerdo que me gusta más, más un sentimiento que un recuerdo real. El zumbido de un recuerdo, borroso en los bordes, suave y nada especial en particular, todo tipo de mezcla en un momento.

There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

De pie a su lado me sentía como Pulgarcita, pequeña y preciosa, por lo alto que era él.

Yes, well, today you'd make a really great Moaning Myrtle.

Took to typing as quickly and loudly as possible and yelling, "I'm in!" when accessing basic programs. Made me feel like a hacker.

Even the second time around, the lyrics and melody reached through my ears, bypassed my brain, and went straight to my heart, where they wriggled around, causing a hundred different pains.

Passion, like discriminating taste, grows on its use. You more likely act yourself into feeling than feel yourself into action.

After a while the introvert develops strong extraversive needs; the man whose life has been governed exclusively by thinking craves in time the guide of feeling; the literal man searches eventually for ways of intuiting. So with the principal actors within the human character. Their rebellious understudies, if I may so designate them, are often of opposite persuasion.

The cerebral processing of that visceral input as a signal of death was accurate. Without the kinds of therapy that had been developed over the decades, this cancer would have been fatal. Hope, then, is constructed not just from rational deliberation, from the conscious weighing of information; it arises as an amalgam of thought and feeling, the feelings created in part by neural input from the organs and tissues.

It is by men's being formed to a right way of thinking, that they are formed to a right way of feeling and acting with regard to this world and the next—to God, and our brethren of mankind.[4]

I don't know why, it's the same reason why you like some music and you don't like others. There's something about it that you like. Ultimately I don't find it's in my best interests to try and analyze it, since it's fundamentally emotional.

Our language has lost its ability to convey the spontaneous.