Best 9217 quotes in «feelings quotes» category

People are always trying to tell you how to feel. Some of them say it outright, and some of them, they tell you with their actions. And you have to listen.

People are wrong when they say things like, “I didn’t have time to think.” If you’re really worried, or really miserable, those feelings come welling up around the edges of the other things you’re doing, so that you are in the feelings even when you’re working hard at something else.

People can show false love But cant false Hate People can show false caring But cant false careless So believe on it they show you hate and treat you careless ,.It is true feelings

people decided that trees have no feelings

People fear that being trapped inside a box, they will miss out on all the wonders of the world. As long as Neo is stuck inside the matrix, and Truman is stuck inside the TV studio, they will never visit Fiji, or Paris, or Machu Picchu. But in truth, everything you will ever experience in life is within your own body and your own mind. Breaking out of the matrix or travelling to Fiji won’t make any difference. It’s not that somewhere in your mind there is an iron chest with a big red warning sign ‘Open only in Fiji!’ and when you finally travel to the South Pacific you get to open the chest, and out come all kinds of special emotions and feelings that you can have only in Fiji. And if you never visit Fiji in your life, then you missed these special feelings for ever. No. Whatever you can feel in Fiji, you can feel anywhere in the world; even inside the matrix.

People in love overvalue their heart and undervalue their mind.

People use masks in public and then wonder why their personal life, their relationships, don't work. If you're not being honest with others, there's nothing real about yourself to learn and, the wider the gap, the deeper the suffering. The heart wasn't meant to be closed in a box made of fake feelings and thoughts.

People think they know what you're feeling. What you must be feeling. And because it's easier not to expose yourself, what you're truly feeling, you don't disabuse them. You go through the motions for them.

People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within

People who keep their feelings to themselves tend not to know, after a while, what their feelings are.

People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

people will forget what you said, people will forget what you do, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on the outside… like a blanket you could shrug off and feel just the same…. except maybe a little colder…. But I was always a broken person that was haphazardly held together by little more than my own strength. And so you just seeped in the cracks and mingled with my insides until you became an inseparable part of me. And as painful as that is, it still kind of warms me to know I will always carry a part of you with me.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

Please don’t tell me you know just how I feel--you don't.

Please don't give me words; give me a hug. Don't tell me that I'm holding up so well; break down with me and admit our shared wretchedness. Don't feign some bright mountaintop; walk with me through the dark valley where neither of us can utter a word.

Poetry is painting with words where you create a masterpiece by spilling your feelings and emotions onto the blank paper.

Poezija je nekontrolisano ispoljavanje emocija.

Positive emotions, such as the feelings of love, kindness, self-worth, confidence and optimism, produce a better person and a good destiny.

Pour elle, aimer, c'était prendre tous les risques et donner notre vie pour quelqu'un, oui, l'amour était une chose de cet ordre. Mais dans la vie, cela ne se produisait qu'une seule fois.

Pregúntate qué sientes y qué te niegas a sentir.

Procrastination isn’t task management, it’s feeling management.

Profondamente sospirò e si gettò - c'era nei suoi gesti una passione che merita la parola - sul nudo suolo ai piedi della quercia. Godeva nel sentire, sotto l'effimera apparenza dell'estate, la spina dorsale della terra; ché tale era per lui la dura radice della quercia, oppure - l'immagine seguendo l'immagine - era il dorso d'un gran destriero che cavalcava; o la tolda di una nave in preda alle onde; qualsiasi cosa, insomma, purché solida, poiché egli anelava a qualche cosa cui ormeggiare il suo fluttuante cuore; quel cuore che ogni sera in quella stagione, quando s'aggirava per le campagne, pareva ricolmo di aromatiche e languide sensazioni d'amore. Alla quercia egli lo legò.

Pushing away unwanted feelings and situations, equals inviting them to return back with a greater strength.

Purple, Wonder, majesty, and enchantment doesn't even begin to cover the feelings that I had the first time that I met you that only grew. The feeling was nameless, but as time went on it developed a name. Eponine, I adore you… ~Riley

Recalling this now, I can tell only the husk of the story--a story known inwardly only by those who have experienced such a loss, which we'd wish for no one else to suffer. Those who have not often say, "I can't imagine how you felt, what that was like." I can hardly imagine it either, even having lived through it. Recently, when someone said that, I found myself answering, "Like being burned alive.

Realizing that you are in love is itself a beautiful feeling... And there is nothing like one-sided love or both-sided love. Love is simply love. Celebrate this feeling

(Quoted by Thomas Carlyle) The rude man requires only to see something going on. The man of more refinement must be made to feel. The man of complete refinement must be made to reflect.

Searching through Monster.com while on the clock feels like being on Tinder while still married.

rindu adalah badai yang mengkaramkan perahu hingga tiada yang terapung di lautan hati selain dia yang dirindu

Rich said, "As your get older, feelings are harder to come by." It was so simple and poignant.

Roaming is the easiest part, just wandering around, looking the places, imagining how people lived there at that time, breathing deeply the open air around there and feeling the best.

Robots get to see the worst of the human condition on a daily basis. Good thing they don’t have feelings.

See life and feel its pulses with the eyes of a compassionate mother.

Sending a rose to a beautiful rose To a rose who breathe. even not beside me but dwell in my soul in my heart more than me who Scent my world, by her fragrance To scent your morning sweetheart, not by the fragrance of rose But by my love in form of a Rose" Good Morning

She always did feel sharp for things that was done wrong to her. I think she felt hurts more, say, than me. It's cause she's smarter; she got more person to hurt.

Sex is an act of pleasure and an expression of love. How better to communicate one’s deepest feelings than without the clumsy use of words? — André Chevalier

She doesn't know what to call it—this free-falling sensation she feels every time she looks at Taylor, like her hands are closing again and again on emptiness—but she thinks she knows better than to call it love.

She does know Harrison prefers men, right?” “Let her have hope,” I said, smiling to myself. He turned his attention back to me. “Yes. Hope is good. Bianca, I-” He grinned wickedly. “I knew you’d give in sooner or later.” He put his hand on my knee and ran it smoothly up my thigh. “You’re finally going to admit that you love me, aren’t you?” I swatted his hand away. “First of all,” I began, “I don’t love you. I love my family and maybe even Casey and Jessica, but romantic love takes years upon years to develop. So I don’t love you. But I will admit, I’ve thought a lot about you lately and I definitely have feelings for you… feelings other than hatred for the most part. And maybe it’s possible-in the future-that I… could love you.” I hesitated, a little scared of the words that’d just left my mouth. “But I still want to kill you most of the time.

She feels the anger quiet into a briny resentment. The bitterness floats like an inkblot in her mind’s eye.

She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.

She felt raw, a painting that wasn't dry yet. One hard nudge and she'd smear all over the place.

She fucking turns me inside out." "Women who matter have a way of doing that." Lucas scowled. "We sound like a couple of women, talking about feelings. I think Sascha's having a bad influence on me." "You started it.

She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.

She could be more scared than I am. And I don't know what to do to reassure her, especially since I'm trying to reassure myself.

She found it hard to ignore the uncomfortable feelings that emerged or the delicious smell of him, all earth and amber. Her hand twitched with the desire to run her fingers through his rust-red hair.

She feels the pulse of life, he thought, because there are no layers between her and her planet.

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing. She felt all right.

She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged

She heard something crack and splinter the second he got to that last word. But it took her a second to realize the cracking and splintering came from somewhere inside herself. That thick layer of granite she had carved around her heart had just developed a fissure, and things were starting to leak through. Bad things, like hopes and dreams.