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It takes a rare courage to recognize that feelings are the most perishable of our possessions, even more so than opinions, for an opinion—that is, a real opinion, which is qualitatively different from a fleeting impression or a borrowed stance—is arrived at via a well-reasoned argument with oneself. Not so a feeling—feelings coalesce out of the vapors that escape from the deepest groundwaters of our unreasoned and unreasonable being, and whatever rainbows they may scatter for a moment when touched with the light of another, they diffuse and evaporate just as readily, just as mysteriously.

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

It takes skill and technique to convey feelings and ideas in a work of art. But there is a third element; Style of interpretation through emotions. Emotions have a life force of their own whereas, feelings are common in each one of us. I think rather than letting us feel them, emotions wants us carefully to hear them instead.

It turns out that it's possible, if you are careful, to feel all the feelings that come with having and caring for a black hole, but to still not be consumed by it. I was, I realized, no longer afraid-- not of this darkness, or any other.

It took seconds to fall in love and years to tell her.

It was a limitation of human consciousness: We live only in the future and past, we cannot perceive now. Now occupies no space, a hypothetical gap between future and past. Only an exceptional few could feel now athletes and jazzmen and, yes, thieves...

It was always after reading tales such as these that she wondered how on earth it was that some young ladies did not read at all, or declared they had no interest in it. Didn't they know how you could feel so much from a book? Didn't they know how your heart could race and break from words on a page? Had they never read something so wonderful and horrible that they felt as though the very would should stop and pause to acknowledge the depth of feeling it produced?

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.

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

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

Keep the overall feelings and objectives as positive.

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

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.

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.

Looking back, I realized that we were being raised to be schizophrenic; an appearance of perfection was more important than genuine feelings

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 freely Ask kindly Live gently Love fiercely Hope infinitely Rage internally Forgive repeatedly Speak wisely Feel deeply

Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.

Love gives us a heightened consciousness through which to apprehend the world, but anger gives us a precise, detached perception of its own.

Love is an admiration that comes with patience. Lust is an admiration that comes with impatience. In all, admiration is common but patience is not!

Love is a feeling that is imposed on you. You cannot be lazy; it is up to you to make things work and make the best of it.

Love is a feeling which you can't change but its change you, Beloved is a person whom you can't replace with anyone but you replace your wishes with his or her wishes

Love is a complex, wild feelings that can't be tamed using the whip of what is right and what is not.

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you.

love is not about anything but allowing somebody to fall into your emotions and feelings , it is nothing about trust or anything like that. as a matter of fact you can very much trust somebody but you can not love him/her !! we always forget that the real love is about feelings and not mind. you seriously can not fall in love with your brain , you can not , this is what is called beneficial love and not the real one.

Love is not about making promises but it is about believing

Love is not about making promises but it's about believing, no matter how far you are or how frequently you talk, you know you both are made for each other

Love is like a living being with a body and a soul. The soul of love is emotion while the body of love is action. Just like body and soul are integrated, emotions and actions too are integrated. You do some loving actions naturally when you feel love for a person. But, if the actions are missing, even 104 | 31 Ways to Happiness Manage Your Love | 105 though the feelings might be there, love can’t survive for long.

Love is not a Subject, but it has some great lessons..!

Love is not special, lovers are!

Love isn't a choice. I can't control how I feel about him any more than I can control the sun in the sky. But what I can do is control what I do with those feelings.

Love is nothing but a Pentimento", she mumbled, not sure if he could hear her. "It looks like something from the outside, whie it's something totally different from the inside. And one can only understand this after some time, when the lie on the outside peels off.

Love is not the answer, peace is. Throughout my whole life I have experienced and seen others use love as a reason to treat people with unkindness by being controlling, jealous, shouting in anger, and projecting guilt and shame. If you love someone but there is not peace in your heart when you think of that person then your work is not done. Do not stop at love, continue all the way towards the freedom of inner peace. Love starts when peace begins. Without peace love is simply a mask for our insecurity, judgment, and egoic attachments.

Love isn't just a feeling. Love is a choice too. And you may not be able to help your feelings, but you are responsible for the choices you make about what to do with them.

Love is not what others feel about you,,,, its what feeling you share with others.

Love is such a horrific word. Love is such a magnificent word. Love is something that is lost to me. Love I don’t believe exists for me. I search for it everywhere I go. I search for it in faces unknown. I search for in all that I do. Love is what makes the light shine through. Love has eluded me once more. Love is a very tricky feeling you know. Because love makes me lose my mind in the brokenness of life.