Quotes About Feeling

And no scripture is of private interpretation, so is there no feeling in (a) human heart which exists in that heart alone—which is not, in some form or degree, in every heart.

The Heart And no scripture is of private interpretation, so is there no feeling in (a) human heart which exists in that heart alone—which is not, in some form or degree, in every heart.

So long as we have nothing to say to God, nothing to do with Him, save in the sunshine of the mind when we feel Him near us, we are poor creatures, willed upon, not willing…. And how in such a condition do we generally act? Do we sit mourning over the loss of feeling? Or worse, make frantic efforts to rouse them?

It is not betrayal of feeling, but avoidance of duty, that constitutes weakness.

Few, in this world, will ever be able to utter what they feel. Fewer still will be able to utter it in forms of their own. Nor is it necessary that there should be many such. But it is necessary that all should feel. It is necessary that all should understand and imagine the good; that all should begin, at least, to follow and find out God.

Whatever belonging to the region of thought and feeling is uttered in words, is of necessity uttered imperfectly. For thought and feeling are infinite, and human speech, although far-reaching in scope, and marvellous in delicacy, can embody them after all but approximately and suggestively.

Whatever belonging to the region of thought and feeling is uttered in words, is of necessity uttered imperfectly. For thought and feeling are infinite, and human speech, although far-reaching in scope, and marvelous in delicacy, can embody them after all but approximately and suggestively.

He was safe, everything was all right. He fell asleep murmuring Sanity is not statistical, with the feeling that this remark contained in it a profound wisdom.

And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.

With a faint feeling of satisfaction Winston laid the fourth message aside. It was an intricate and responsible

IT'S CURIOUS THAT A RED EMBER LOOKS MORE ALIVE, GIVES YOU MORE OF A FEELING OF LIFE THAN ANY LIVING THING.

It's a rotten thing to have a soapy neck. It gives you a disgusting sticky feeling, and the queer thing is that, however carefully you sponge it away, when you've once discovered that your neck is soapy you feel sticky for the rest of the day.

and reviving that pernicious feeling, so difficult to get rid of, that war is glorious after all.

The sense of being an impostor (what teacher has not felt it at times?) was heavy upon her.

Always in your stomach and in  your  skin  there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something that you had a right to.

To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.

Something felt very familiar about the way I now began feeling. Suddenly Rachel looked super-good. Abnesti requested permission to pep up our language centers via Verbaluceâ"¢. We Acknowledged. Soon we, too, were fucking like bunnies.

And we recall that at a parallel moment (the moment of greatest power in his performance), the contractor "let himself go in good earnest" and produced that memorable series of flourishes and tongue clickings. He didn't lose himself, or forget about his audience, or surrender to a feeling; sensing victory, he unleashed a higher-level arsenal of charming tricks. (He acted at his audience, rather than upon them.)

Every town is a state of mind, a mood which, after only a short stay, communicates itself, spreads to us in an effluvium which impregnates us, which we absorb with the very air.

I am not quite sober you know. In fact, I am drunk, but I cannot help feeling this is all a trifle, shall we say, irregular?

I shall write an ode! threatened Philip direfully. Ah no, that is too much! cried De Vangrisse with feeling.

His heart cannoned like a billiard ball off some green wall of his innards.

Despite appearances, Sym, Love is not a four-letter word.

Also my with sadness, something else crept in the door, a trace of something else, I mean. It must have come from the woodpile or ran in from the woods, because I'd not felt anything like it before.