145 Feeling Quotes

It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to. . . . The feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures.

Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me.

There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.

Love of consciousness evokes the same in response Love of feeling evokes the opposite Love of body depends only on type and polarity.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you.

And thus, in full, there are four classes: the men who feel nothing, and therefore see truly; the men who feel strongly, think weakly, and see untruly (second order of poets); the men who feel strongly, think strongly, and see truly (first order of poets); and the men who, strong as human creatures can be, are yet submitted to influences stronger than they, and see in a sort untruly, because what they see is inconceivably above them. This last is the usual condition of prophetic inspiration.

Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

The aesthetic event is something as evident, as immediate, as indefinable as love, the taste of fruit, of water. We feel poetry as we feel the closeness of a woman, or as we feel a mountain or a bay. If we feel it immediately, why dilute it with other words, which no doubt will be weaker than our feelings?

I was still blind, but twinkling stars did dance Throughout my being's limitless expanse, Nothing had yet drawn close, only at distant stages I found myself, a mere suggestion sensed in past and future ages.

The point of poetry is to be acutely discomforting, to prod and provoke, to poke us in the eye, to punch us in the nose, to knock us off our feet, to take our breath away.

Moral obligation is to me so very strong a Stimulant, that in 9 cases out of ten it acts as a Narcotic. The Blow that should rouse, stuns me.

Feel like Christ and you will be a Christ; feel like Buddha and you will be a Buddha. It is feeling that is the life, the strength, the vitality, without which no amount of intellectual activity can reach God.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts, And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts.

Now, you see, if you understand what I'm saying, with your intelligence, and then take the next step and say 'But I understood it now, but I didn't feel it.' Then, next I raise the question: Why do you want to feel it? You say: 'I want something more', because that's again that spiritual greed. And you could only say that because you didn't understand it.

Please don't tell me there's no need to worry - it's the only thing I'm any good at.

First of all: I am tired. I am true of heart! And also: You are tired. You are true of heart!

Music is a means capable of expressing dark dramatism and pure rapture, suffering and ecstasy, fiery and cold fury, melancholy and wild merriment - and the subtlest nuances and interplay of these feelings which words are powerless to express and which are unattainable in painting and sculpture.

There are people who barely feel poetry, and they are generally dedicated to teaching it.

It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

Music falls on the silence like a sense, A passion that we feel, not understand.

Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

Love is a beautiful dream.

People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don't know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don't think so. And then one asks: My God! will it be for long, will it be for ever, will it be for eternity?

You will say that everyone has seen landscapes and figures from childhood on. The question is: Has everybody also been reflexive as a child? Has everybody who has seen them also loved heath, fields, meadows, woods, and the snow and the rain and the storm? Not everybody has done that as you and I have; it is a peculiar kind of surroundings and circumstances that must contribute to such knowledge of nature; it is a peculiar kind of temperament and character, too, that must help to make it take root.

I used to sit, think, think, thinking, till I felt as lonesome as a kitten in a wash-house copper with the lid on.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is.

Thank you for this... For dry eyes and silent weeping. You taught me how to hide anything I felt. More than ever, I need that now.

Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures, L'eau verte penetra ma coque de sapin.

To be involved in this [the Iraq War], frankly, just makes me happy. [16]

In one room, silently, lover looks upon lover, And thinks the air is fire.

I created you while I was happy, while I was sad, with so many incidents, so many details. And, for me, the whole of you has been transformed into feeling.

Each hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along The rustling covert of my soul.

It is fun being in the same decade with you.

'Height gives you a wonderful feeling of grandeur. You're the king of the castle up here.'

Faith of consciousness is freedom Faith of feeling is weakness Faith of body is stupidity.

'Shit!' she shouted. Amaranta, who was starting to put the clothes into the trunk, thought that she had been bitten by a scorpion. 'Where is it?' she asked in alarm. 'What?' 'The bug!' Amaranta said. Ursula put a finger on her heart. 'Here,' she said. (p. 251)

We often have need of a profound philosophy to restore to our feelings their original state of innocence, to find our way out of the rubble of things alien to us, to begin to feel for ourselves and to speak ourselves, and I might almost say to exist ourselves. Even if my philosophy does not extend to discovering anything new, it does nevertheless possess the courage to regard as questionable what has long been thought true.

He even did his best to stop loving her; then at the sound of her footsteps he would feel his will desert him, like a drunkard at the sight of strong liquor.

But there are moments when I feel I'm liquefying like an old Camembert, I'm so tired.

Composition is the art of arranging in a decorative manner the various elements at the painter's disposal for the expression of his feelings.

It's not that I don't feel bad about it. It's just that I don't feel worse today than what I felt yesterday.

Jade:'Holy shit, that looks frightening and intruiging and amazing and delicious. Look at the poor lonely corn dog....'

Fourteen heart attacks and he had to die in my week. In MY week.

Wow, that's heavy. ~ 'Mama' Cass Elliot, caught on camera mouthing this at the Monterey Pop Festival.

You are too young to be old...

But seriously, and I'm not making a joke: was the ending happy or sad?

The lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace.

That's exactly the sort of record I like, lots of bad-tempered guitar playing that you can leap about splintering the furniture to.

(after playing 'How will I know when I'm really in love ?' by XXOO) - Your hat will fall off! I thought everybody knew that.

In life, he suffered from a sense of unreality, as do many Englishmen.

A child laughs when it feels joy and cries when it feels pain. Both things, laughing and crying it does with its whole heart. We all became so tall and so clever. We know so much and we have read so much. But one thing we forgot: to laugh and cry like the children do.

What shall we do? We shall envy!

For some people, four walls are three too many.

It seems appropriate to me to state According to a venerable and agreeable custom, That I love a beautiful lady.Her eyes, Monsignore, Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections On everything that she looks at, Such as a wall Or the moon Or my heart.

I hear him, before I go to sleep And focus on the day that's been. I realise he's there, When I turn the light off and turn over.

I could have been anyone. You could have been anyone's dream. Why did you have to choose our moment? Why did you have to make me feel that? Why did you make it so unreal?

Just like a feeling that you're sending out, I pick it up. But I can't let you go. If I let you go, You slip into the fog...

You'll keep looking around for something, something you were looking for, but you can't find it, and you can't remember what it was.

A year ago? It was yesterday. It was forever.

Alienation is the most common state of the knowledgeable movie audience, and though it has the peculiar rewards of low connoisseurship, a miser's delight in small favors, we long to be surprised out of it - not to suspension of disbelief nor to a Brechtian kind of alienation, but to pleasure, something a man can call good without self-disgust.

I need contact Nothing seems to please I need contact.

Comme nos interets, nos sentiments different.

'I feel that physical beauty connects to the depths of our animalistic selves, and I don't know whether that's good or bad or what. but it's very confusing.'

I felt weak, perhaps I was.

Our passions are most like to floods and streams; The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

(Audience member): What's your mood watch say?

One of my oldest crusades is against the distinction between thought and feeling... which is really the basis of all anti-intellectual views: the heart and the head, thinking and feeling, fantasy and judgment. We have more or less the same bodies, but very different kinds of thoughts. I believe that we think much more with the instruments provided by our culture than we do with our bodies, and hence the much greater diversity of thought in the world. Thinking is a form of feeling; feeling is a form of thinking.

I did have Botox once and I felt like I'd had a stroke. It was so claustrophobic.

It's good to be king, if just for a while. To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile.

Fuck it, I feel like I shine.

You will say that I am not a success - vaincre or etre vaincu, [to conquer or to be conquered], it doesn't matter to me, one has feeling and movement in any event, and they are more akin than they may seem to be or than can be put into words.

The words they spoke were voices that she heard. She looked at them and saw them as they were And what she felt fought off the barest phrase.

You remain the more than natural figure. You Become the soft-footed phantom, the irrational Distortion, however fragrant, however dear. That's it: the more than rational distortion, The fiction that results from feeling. Yes, that.

What is right artistically can only be attained through feeling.

Eternity was in that moment.

If my music can change someone's mood for the better even a little bit, that's amazing.

Sweet are the words of Love, sweeter his thoughts: Sweetest of all what Love nor says nor thinks.

'I think that is a big problem with a lot of Christians,' Paul begins. 'We want to feel special. And there are times when it does, you know. But not all the time. Sometimes life just feels like life. We have to put ouf faith in God.

[he] was handsome. Just the sight of him stirred strange longings in me

exists no miracle mightier than this:to feel

it's so damn sweet when Anybody- :makes you feel :for once (imag -ine) You

Films take me to places I never thought I would get to, and over walls that I never thought I could get over. When I think about that it's just... I dunno... I forgot. [...] Let's be real. I forgot. And I was almost there. It was really gonna be good.

I must admit, just when I think I'm king,

red rain is coming down red rain red rain is pouring down pouring down all over me

This place, if I could describe this place, no place around me, there's no end to me, I don't know what it is, it isn't flesh, it doesn't end, it's like air:

I don't get no respect!!!

I run because I am convinced that this country is on a perilous course and I have such strong feelings about what must be done.