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I've fixed my feelings into durable words when they could have been spent on tenderness

I've never had sex," repeated Artemis. "Never wanted to." It was her turn not to look at him as she spoke. "Not with a man or with a woman, or with an animal, though my family joke about it. And I never will. The thought of it disgusts me. But the others - my family - they think that means I haven't got any feelings. That I could never care about anyone, that I don't know what love is, just because I don't-" she shuddered. "But you know what?" she said, turning to him now. "I really loved my dogs. Everyone laughs at me for it, but it's true. The time I spent with them, running, hunting, those were the happiest times of my life. They understood me. They were animals but they understood me far better than anyone in my family ever will. We shared something, we were the same. And they made me kill them.

I've Learned To Accept that one is never as great or terrible as they are made to feel, and the truth lies somewhere in between.

I've never asked you to give the least considerations to my feelings." He could picture her holding the word with fingertips at arm's length, like a scullery maid disposing of a dead rat.

I’ve read somewhere in a book when something happens that is unbearable to you, sometimes, time stops. Like your inner clock just stops working, even if the world keeps spinning you will stand still for the rest of your life.

I’ve suppressed my aspirations to forget all rationality and let the moment explain everything, for nothing to be said and everything understood. If only I knew how to let these feelings out.

Ive told you before and my feelings haven't changed. I love you Sakura. Even if I cant match up to Natsume, my feelings would not lose to his. Even if we part ways and you forget about me, I will always think of you. Even if I grow old and leave this academy, I will definitely come see you. I'm here for you, until the day you look my way, I will always... I will always wait for you, together with Natsume. And this time around, I wont let Natsume steal you away again. Next time we meet, I will be more straight forward with my feelings, so that this time around, it wont be Natsume, but me you will choose, and me you will love. I wont lose, definitely." - Ruka

Ivy hugs me tighter. "Wonderful, Rylan. This is good to know. And thank you for calling me...your friend. I love being called that." Love. My cheeks catch fire and my heart races as we continue holding each other. That word has become so foreign in my house, ever since my dad started distancing himself. But here's my best friend using it in a way that makes me feel like everything's okay and I'm whole again. It's the same one word—the only word—that could describe what I'm feeling for Ivy.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

I want to get lose in your eyes and be brought back to reality with your kisses.

I want to feel embarrassed by my desperation but I’m too busy feeling desperate.

I want to feel what I feel. What's mine. Even if it's not happiness, whatever that means. Because you're all you've got.

I want to go to the ocean; Where the water is as dark as your eyes; and while the waves crash in an ivory glance; I want to call you mine.

I want to shake them for their ignorance and scream that their Sistine Chapel is filled with cracks.

I want to see, to know, to have, to be.

I want to say more, but don't know what the words are supposed to be. I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable night time conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no room in the air.

I want to write something that means something to someone...the reminds them of what a second, a moment, really is...or that assures them that we are just as lost as they are. I want to write an emotion they are too fragile to let loose, so that my words can do the expression for them, the feeling for them. I want to write beyond the basics and the cliches...I want to write you, I want to write a long walk on a starry night, I want to write an exhale or an inhale...or suffocation. I want to write as clear as my voice could be heard...that is, if I had anything to say.

I was finally tired of hiding behind bravado. My family had hurt me so many times that I had started to lie about my feelings to everyone. To Sarah. To Maddie. To Ethan. And to myself. I was like an iceberg, with ninety percent of my real feelings submerged so no one would know how vulnerable I truly felt. I lied so much, and so often, that even I didn’t know my true feelings anymore.

I was frightened of myself, I seemed to have no control over my thoughts and feelings, it was like a sort of madness...

I was left feeling Yah's emotions. But, also - something else: the most curious of feelings; control.

I was raised to massacre—to act on hatred. But what had gotten us safely home from the Massacre? My feelings for Lysi had been the driving force, not my need for revenge

I was overlooking the heights and I felt somewhere in between!

I wasn't only hurt by love. I was ruined too.

I was right when I said a very long time ago that our age would leave few living documents behind it: it was rare for anyone to keep a diary, letters were short and businesslike--"I'm alive and well"--and few memoirs were written. There are many reasons for this. Let me mention just one, not perhaps recognized by everybody: we were too often at loggerheads with our own past to give it proper thought. Within the half-century, our ideas on people and events have changed many times; conversations were broken off in mid-sentence; thoughts and feelings could not but be affected by circumstances.

I was the same as you: less a person and more a hole cut away from everything.

I will love you forever and that's my vow. I say we can live in the dreams we made And since you built 'em, I know they'll never fade.

I will never find in others what I have found in you.

I will never fully understand why things happen the way they do on this planet. Too many people hold their tongue here. Too many people hide their true feelings. And at the end of the day, that does nothing but hurt someone. The men and women of Tamaran were always taught to live by their emotions, to trust that first reaction, as it is the most pure. Cyborg argues that you need time to make the proper decision. I argue that time blurs the true intent. To Earth standards, I may appear brash and rushed. I never hide what I think. Perhaps that is why Tamaran was a target for so many invasions. Our captors may have enjoyed seeing what pain they inflicted upon us, for our tears were never hidden either.

I will not feel, I will not feel, until I have to

I wish I didn’t feel so strong about you, like happiness and love revolve around you.

I wish there was a word for what you're doing. I wish there was a word for being blind to someone's situation because you think you know how it feels and you use some tiny part of your own experience and extrapolate it to theirs without realizing that you have a choice and that they have none.

Let you sweep out forcefully all your debris of fears, regrets & all the deep seated feelings of aversion so that you no longer have to stumble upon them in the dark & be able to breathe easier. Let you stop squandering your time in petty things & holding grudges against self & others so that you can reach for the highest in yourself & become all that you can be to live an exceptional & extraordinary life. Let you remind yourself that you are a bright & healing light in your world & you are worthy of everything wonderful & have the power to touch hearts & souls. Let you find your way into heartfelt laughter & a sense of well-being knowing that you are always celebrated & loved. Stay Meaningful, Beautiful, Sufficient & Blessed!

I wish the army had taught us how to navigate feelings as easily as they did a starless night sky.

Keep the overall feelings and objectives as positive.

Living with life is very hard. Mostly we do our best to stifle life--to be tame or to be wanton. To be tranquillised or raging. Extremes have the same effect; they insulate us from the intensity of life. And extremes--whether of dullness or fury--successfully prevent feeling. I know our feelings can be so unbearable that we employ ingenious strategies--unconscious strategies--to keep those feelings away. We do a feelings-swap, where we avoid feeling sad or lonely or afraid or inadequate, and feel angry instead. It can work the other way, too--sometimes you do need to feel angry, not inadequate; sometimes you do need to feel love and acceptance, and not the tragic drama of your life. It takes courage to feel the feeling--and not trade it on the feelings-exchange, or even transfer it altogether to another person. You know how in couples one person is always doing all the weeping or the raging while the other one seems so calm and reasonable? I understood that feelings were difficult for me although I was overwhelmed by them.

Living for self is the nature I wanna live for you This bond will increase every day I have this belief for you

Loneliness promise me, I will not let you alone

Logic is a cruel tool to use for the mending of hearts.

Literature that awakens and inflames feelings is the food of hearts.

Ljudi su cesto zarobljeni u sopstvenim osecanjima.

Ljubav se cesto svede na lose oblikovan mozaik secanja i osecanja koja se ispostave kao jedna obicna kamuflaza za zeljom da sto duze opstane.

Look to your heart and soul first, rather than looking to your head first, when choosing. Rather than what you think, consider instead how you feel. Look to the nature of things. Feel your choices and decisions. It just might change everything.

Lose control once in a while, and your emotions will make your strong. Keep your heart open, and they’ll make you invincible.

Lots of men think that women should tell the truth, explain their feelings. These men should use their wishes more wisely. (Prepare To Die!, p.27)

Lots of words are there, vocabulary, in tonns of languages......still none to manifest my feelings.!! bahut saare shabd hain, phir bhi mujhe shabdo ki kami pad rahi hai.

Louisa was left to wonder how grown men found the smallest words the most difficult ones to say. “Thanks,” “please,” “sorry”… From the way their tongues tripped over the syllables, you’d think those words were Latin names for species of exotic fungi. When it came to “love,” some of them lost the power of speech altogether.

Louises Trauer war wie der Fluss: konstant und doch nie gleich. Sie konnte Wellen schlagen oder alles überschwemmen, vorübergehend abebben oder dahinströmen, an manchen Tagen kalt und dunkel und tief sein, an anderen reißend und blendend.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness.

love doesn't have to feel good in order to exist.

Love doesn't measure that way... you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.