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.

This is pretty cool

On est souvent trompe en amour, souvent blesse et souvent malheureux; mais on aime, et quand on est sur le bord de sa tombe, on se retourne pour regarder en arriere et on se dit : j'ai souffert souvent, je me suis trompe quelquefois, mais j'ai aime. C'est moi qui ai vecu, et non pas un etre factice cree par mon orgueil et mon ennui. (Acte II, Scene V)

You get to the point where you can feel a certain sensation of light.

What seem our worst prayers may really be, in God's eyes, our best. Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling. For these may come from a deeper level than feeling. God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.

You have a responsibility for the way you make the audience feel, and I want them to feel uncomfortable.

All sentiment is right; because sentiment has a reference to nothing beyond itself, and is always real, wherever a man is conscious of it. But all determinations of the understanding are not right; because they have a reference to something beyond themselves, to wit, real matter of fact; and are not always conformable to that standard.

I realized a capacity for not feeling lonely carried a very real price, which was the threat of feeling nothing at all.

Fragile as reason is and limited as law is as the institutionalized medium of reason, that's all we have standing between us and the tyranny of mere will and the cruelty of unbridled, undisciplined feeling.

Gratitude is one of the least articulate of the emotions, especially when it is deep.

The house clock, place certain there at the bottom of things, strikes the half hour dry and null. All is so much, all is so deep, all is so dark and cold!

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.

It's been a long time since I've been me.

Who am I to myself? Just a feeling of mine.

Art consists in making others feel what we feel.

My head and the universe ache me.

Well that's not very fair.

To me comfort is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

A man's only as old as the woman he feels.

I feel [I feel] like an old jerk.

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

Bob Hope: [on being on a CBS show] I feel like Zsa Zsa at a P.T.A. meeting.

We met briefly years ago. I remember thinking, 'Ouch.' It was just hello, but the contact was electric. That was in 1993. It wasnt until 1998, when I went to do the Polanski film The Ninth Gate and was in the lobby of the hotel, getting messages. I turned around and across the lobby saw this back. She had on a dress with an exposed back. I thought, 'Wow.' Suddenly the back turned and she looked at me. I walked right over, and there were those eyes again. I knew it was her. She asked, 'Do you remember me?' I said, 'Oh yeah.' We had a drink, and it was over with at that point. I knew I was in big trouble. (2004)

I do indeed believe that there is a certain contrast between, say, people in scientific professions and people working in the arts. Often there is even mutual suspicion and irritation, and in some cases one group greatly undervalues the other. Fortunately there is no one who actually has only feeling or only thinking properties. They intermingle like the colors of the rainbow and cannot be sharply divided. Perhaps there is even a transitional group, like the green between the yellow and the blue of the rainbow. This transitional group does not have a particular preference for thinking or feeling, but believes that one cannot do without either the one or the other. At any rate, it is unprejudiced enough to wish for a better understanding between the two parties... It is clear that feeling and understanding are not necessarily opposites but that they complement each other.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type.

There [is] a feeling of recognition, as of meeting an old friend, which comes to us all in the face of great artistic experiences. I had the same experience when I first heard an English folksong, when I first saw Michelangelo's Day and Night, when I suddenly came upon Stonehenge or had my first sight of New York City - the intuition that I had been there already.

Happiness is not a reward - it is a consequence. Suffering is not a punishment - it is a result.

'I'm calling you a creepy little bastard because you creep me out!' (To Christian)

Vous creez un frisson nouveau.

Oh, bother.