Quotes About Feeling

A huge, lonely melancholy welled up inside me as the sheer enormousness of what I was contemplating. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, exactly, so I let it inside.

I think the flutter of color in my head is Alan's equivalent of a sigh.

A song, and she'd swallowed it.

His gratification was a chill stone on her breast.

Her eyes stung with the beauty.

He closed his eyes and leaned into the poetry as he leaned into the cloths that bound him, and his lips moved slightly.

My hand, innocent of its glove, catches hers. I move her fingertip from my face, but still we are skin to skin.

It was incredibly glorious, and the ship I was on was the most amazing archaeological and engineering discovery of my lifetime, and all I could feel was melancholy.

I have the feeling," she said when the other two turned, "that this is supposed to be a historic meeting. Fraught with significance. The sort of things bards might sing of, if there were bard anymore." "And it feels a little anticlimatic?" "Yes.

Something within Kit's breast stirred with a pain like trapped and beating wings.

He leaned closer, for all he willed himself not to, feeling her power, the serpent's hypnotic romance. Her perfume should have dizzied him, but suddenly all he could smell was the clean animal heat of the unicorn.

the senses bound our feeling world: there is an abrupt break where their power stops

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Where they were concerned, the ban, the check, the caution as to all spending and most of all the expenditure of feeling restricted them. Wariness had driven away poetry: from hesitating to feel came the moment you no longer could.

Awkward interests me, he said. At least when you are feeling awkward you are always thinking. When you are feeling fabulous, for example, rare occurrence that it may be, you stop thinking altogether. Which gets you into all kinds of trouble. Hence, you are for the better off feeling awkward. Just the sound of it on your tongue. Like chewing on screws.

I could imagine it, I thought, but all I could ever do was imagine. I couldn't know. I couldn't feel that.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

now her compassion had been pierced and set flowing; it felt as though her life's blood were running away.

Alas, the heart is not a metaphor, or at least not always a metaphor.

The strangest thing was that I felt it, I felt everything. Normally I feel nothing but itching, discomfort, tightness, soreness. The surface of my skin is dulled by scars, lots of it is numb -- nerve damage, apparently. When he touched me, I felt everything. It was like having new skin.

Tired is a feeling, but duty is a fact

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that's a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

she feels her stomach turn choppy, whitecaps in her stomach.

I know faintly, even now, that I have embarrassed myself, and it always comes back to the feeling of childhood, that huge pieces of knowledge about the world were missing that can never be replaced.