Best 4483 quotes in «feels quotes» category

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.

A man's great desire is to be there. Yet even here he feels pleasure in being there.

Am I your weakness?" "Of course you are.

A man with a victim mentality feels like being a victim who is complaining and crying all the time

Did you heard of a man without land? Probably not! You might think that there is no man without land! But you got it wrong. Here is the first man who is lost and years feels that has no land! And if you put it in context, his feeling would be 99.9% correct.

And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It’s breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that were unshed, but piled up. And the endless supply of hurt, anger, and sadness grew and grew. And now its going to burst out. The tears will empty from the chasm, and fall out as a stream from my blood shot eyes. And the chasm will expand, and expand and it will be too much for my small heart that can only take so much. And my heart will crack in two. But no one will know. No one will know the about the expanding chasms, or the gallons of tears, because I will appear fine on the outside. I will keep pretending. Even though inside I’m crying, and I’m breaking in two.

Don’t ever stop believing in your own personal transformation. It is still happening even on the days you may not realize it or feel like it.

Don't ruin a relationship, by giving it a name. A potential lover. A lover of the present and An ace of the past. These months, years and ages, might just forget the memory And remember the terms you used to file them in a draft.

Do you love her?” I ask hoarsely. His head whirls toward me. “No.” “You sure about that?” “I don’t. Not the way you do.” I relax, just slightly. “Still. You care about her.” Of course he does. We all do, because that girl flew into our house like a whirlwind and made everything come alive again. She brought steel and fire. She made us laugh again. She gave us a purpose—at first, it was us uniting against her. Then it turned into us standing beside her. Protecting her. Loving her.

Everyone has instances or times in life when they feel alone on their journey.

Greatness in the making feels just like you feel right now

But from now on the Herondales owe the Carstairs. Okay? Remember that.

Goodbye. Just tonight. Not ever.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

He hesitated. 'Serpine used my wife and child as a weapon against me. In order to do so, he had to kill them. He took my family's death and he made it about me. Valkyrie, when you die, it will be your death and yours alone. Let it come to you on your own terms.’ She nodded. ‘Valkyrie Cain,’ he said, ‘it has been an absolute pleasure knowing you.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,

I am aware of how little space there is between us--six inches at most. That space feels charged with electricity. I feel like it should be smaller.

I'd rather have leftover pizza than leftover feelings.

I don’t even care enough to set the record straight. It was hilarious, what a huge liar she was. She actually believed her own bullshit.

If a child is loved, he feels worthy of love in the future

I feel your words on my lips and feel your mood in my hips

I felt so stupid and young, and at the same time something was cracking open inside me, or maybe it was the world was cracking open to show me something really important underneath. I knew I was only seeing a tiny bit of it, but it was bigger than anything I'd ever seen or felt before.

I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story.

He breathed in. He breathed out. He forgot how to exhale when he wasn't at home.

I spoke to him in poetry And instead of mocking a tongue he couldn’t understand he took time to learn my language

In the End of the story everyone feels unpleasant and unworthy.

I rather think he knew anyway.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

I was so over crying.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out." He tries to bite my finger. I steal it back.

It's always been this way. There were rumors about me even before I was born. It's why my mother never calls me Sobachka. She says it makes me sound like a mongrel." My heart gave a little pang at that. I'd been called plenty of names growing up. "I like mongrels," I said. "They have cute floppy ears." "My ears are very dignified.

Music is the only truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

I shouldn't have lost my temper that way. It just pricks his pride, makes him dig in his heels." "So why did you?" I asked, genuinely curious. It was rare for Nikolai's emotions to get the best of him. "I don't know," he said, shredding the leaf. "You got angry. I got angry. The room was too damn hot." "I don't think that's it." "Indigestion?" he offered. "It's because you actually care about what happens to this country," I said. "The throne is just a prize to Vasily, something he wants to squabble over like a favorite toy, You're not like that. You'll make a good king." Nikolai froze. "I…" For once, words seemed to have deserted him. Then a crooked, embarrassed smile crept across his face. It was a far cry from his usual self-assured grin. "Thank you," he said. I sighed as we resumed our pace. "You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?" Nikolai laughed. "I'm already insufferable.

Music is the truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

[NINA] When I was a child I stayed wide awake Climbed to the highest place On every fire escape Restless to climb I got every scholarship Saved every dollar The first to go to college How do I tell them why I’m coming back home?

Now i know what it feels like being Ryan Bingham

Nothing feels better than the privilege of being alive. Be grateful for life. Not everyone made it thus far.

She wouldn't reveal why It was she did cry. She thought she could put aside How she really feels inside.

So if it seems like you're doing something different from what everyone else is doing, and if sometimes that feels hard, this is a good thing, not a bad thing.

That tastes like hope feels.

Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.

That topsy-turvy, warm feeling of arousal was attraction. An unfamiliar feeling that had never occurred before was happening with her enemy.

The heart knows what it feels.

The fault lies not with you” she says this so gently it makes me want to cry. I have never shed a tear, not throughout all my father’s beatings or guillo’s mauling, but a few kind words from this women and it is all i can do not to bawl like a babe.

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

There are times in one's life when a good book—the right book— feels like a voice speaking in the darkness, reaching out from the past; providing solace when all else seems lost.

Understand something. Fall back from the old times and ways of doing things. Chemistry is deeper than the feels.

The truth feels like it hurts, yet actually it builds. A lie feels like it builds, yet actually it hurts.

Unearthing fragile or broken parts of one’s past is not denying the nourishment that too existed It is not denying the beauty nor the countless blessings that were also given...