222 Feelings Quotes

The striving for significance, this sense of yearning, always points out to us that all psychological phenomena contain a movement that starts from a feeling of inferiority and reach upward. The theory of Individual Psychology of psychological compensation states that the stronger the feeling of inferiority, the higher the goal for personal power.

We are made of emotions. We are all looking for emotions, basically. It's only a question of finding the way to experience them.

I now think, Love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind.

Every child senses, with all the horse sense that's in him, that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly, wondering how awful it might be.

I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.

I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, beasts and demons.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

The most dangerous lovers women have are men of Cordis's feminine temperament. Such men, by the delicacy and sensitiveness of their own organizations, read women as easily and accurately as women read each other. They are alert to detect and interpret those smallest trifles in tone, expression, and bearing, which betray the real mood far more unmistakably than more obvious signs.

My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

I'm completely uninhabited.

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they ever stroked any adult with the love they bestow on a cat? Hugged any grownup with the ecstasy they feel when clasping a puppy?

Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.

Laughing and crying, you know it's the same release.

Who ever has no fixed opinions has no constant feelings.

We shall be judged by what we do, not by how we felt while we were doing it.

Love is a self-manifested notion depending on how lonely you are - so if you're really attracted to someone, and you're really lonely, I think you can fall in love in an instant. It's all about where you're at.

Why would I cry over a boy? I would never waste my tears on a boy. Why waste your tears on someone who makes you cry?

I am having a very difficult time. Things happen unexpectedly.

Love is too precious to be ashamed of.

By words one transmits thoughts to another, by means of art, one transmits feelings.

To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed through words, so to convey this so that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.

Jealousy does not wait for reasons.

What actions are the most excellent? Those, certainly, which most powerfully appeal to the great primary human affections: to those elementary feelings which subsist permanently in the race, and which are independent of time. These feelings are permanent and the same; that which interests them is permanent and the same also.

Achievement brings its own anticlimax.

This emotion I'm feeling now, this is love, right?

Let love steal in disguised as friendship.

Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.

Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most direct way possible.

Yes, I don't know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

'We were both in love with him. I fell out of love with him, but he didn't.'

Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares.

Loneliness feels like prison.

Loving-if the answering breast Seem not to be thus possessed, Still in hoping have a care; If it do, beware, beware! But if in yourself you find it, Above all things-mind it, mind it!

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feeling; none when they are under the influence of imagination.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers. You can fill your life up with ideas and still go home lonely. All you really have that really matters are feelings. That's what music is to me.

You know you got it if it makes you feel good.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that flickered out.

In order to correctly define art, it is necessary, first of all, to cease to consider it as a means to pleasure and consider it as one of the conditions of human life. ...Reflecting on it in this way, we cannot fail to observe that art is one of the means of affective communication between people.

I cannot forgive my friends for dying; I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

I think we all really thrive on hostility, because it's the most intense kind of massage the ego can undergo.

When people say it's a funny thing about them, you will probably be able to control your hysterics. They are only getting readyto announce the shattering fact that they don't like something. And it's not going to be something that's really quite awful, like suttee or apartheid; it's going to be something small.

I come to you defences down with the trust of a child.

And no I can't find no reason to explain the way that I feel. I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.

'I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that is why I started to write. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.'

Now, there are people who say to me 'Why did you have anything to do with her,' - that's one fact. And there are people who say to her, 'Why did you have anything to do with him,' - that's another fact. Apart from that, both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets - neither of us have any. Look here - I believe without question, or have the certain knowledge, that she loves me. I believe without question, or have the certain knowledge, that I love her. It has been sincerely meant. But has it also been foolish, etc? Perhaps, if you like - but aren't the wise ones, those who never do anything foolish, even more foolish in my eyes than I am in theirs?

The war against war is going to be no holiday excursion or camping party. The military feelings are too deeply grounded to abdicate their place among our ideals until better substitutes are offered than the glory and shame that come to nations as well as to individuals from the ups and downs of politics and the vicissitudes of trade.

I think if you like somebody you have to tell them. It might be embarrassing to say it, but you will never regret stepping up.

Strum your guitar sing it kid Just write about your feelings not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap it's what makes you thirsty

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

One of the effects of safe and civilized life is an immense oversensitiveness which makes all the primary emotions seem somewhat disgusting. Generosity is as painful as meanness, gratitude as hateful as ingratitude. But in Spain in 1936 we were not living in a normal time. It was a time when generous feelings and gestures were easier than they ordinarily are.

Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one consciously, by means of certain external symbols, conveys to others the feelings one has experienced, whereby people so infected by these feelings, also experience them.

I cry the way that babies cry The way they can't deny The way they feel Words, they climb all over you 'Til they uncover you From where you hide.

Nothing's more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof. Is there? Is there, baby?

Religion is tied to the deepest feelings people have. The love that arises from that stewing pot is the sweetest and strongest, but the hate is the hottest, and the anger is the most violent. -Children of the Mind

Both thought and feeling are determinants of conduct, and the same conduct may be determined either by feeling or by thought. When we survey the whole field of religion, we find a great variety in the thoughts that have prevailed there; but the feelings on the one hand and the conduct on the other are almost always the same, for Stoic, Christian, and Buddhist saints are practically indistinguishable in their lives. The theories which Religion generates, being thus variable, are secondary; and if you wish to grasp her essence, you must look to the feelings and the conduct as being the more constant elements. It is between these two elements that the short circuit exists on which she carries on her principal business, while the ideas and symbols and other institutions form loop-lines which may be perfections and improvements, and may even some day all be united into one harmonious system, but which are not to be regarded as organs with an indispensable function, necessary at all times for religious life to go on. This seems to me the first conclusion which we are entitled to draw from the phenomena we have passed in review.

'Ah!' she said, lifting her lovely tear-bright eyes to the ceiling. 'If you knew all the dreams I've dreamed!'

'And how are you?', said Winnie-the-Pooh. (...) 'Not very how', he said. 'I don't seem to have felt at all how for a long time.'

Do you hate me so much?' 'no, I can't hate you. I wish I could, but I can't'

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notions of time; effaces all memory of begining, all fear of an end.

Un soir, j'ai assis la Beaute sur mes genoux. - Et je l'ai trouvee amere. - Et je l'ai injuriee.

You can't say I didn't fall for you.

Records are less important for me than what if feel when I come down the mountain.

It's said that Chaplin wanted you to like him, but Keaton didn't care. I think he cared, but was too proud to ask.

I think everybody, no matter how rich or poor, how young or old, has a phase in his life when he's depressive. It's reality. Not a lot of people want to talk about it. Most people rather hide that fact, but it's just one of the facts of life that absolutely fascinates me.

Movies are much more fascist than books. They tell you what to feel, when to feel it. Popular movies manipulate you. Music tells you when it's a sad part and when it's a happy part. You're obliged to watch them at the speed the filmmaker has created for you. That, I think, is one of the reasons why they're so popular - because you don't have to think very hard. The filmmaker has done all the thinking for you.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel : the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself. To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

No girl, however coolly her blood may flow, can be pressed to a man's breast, wildly throbbing with love for her, and not experience some agitation in consequence. Whatever may be the state of her sentiments, there is a magnetism in such a contact which she cannot at once throw off. That kiss had brought her relations with Henry to a crisis. It had precipitated the necessity of some decision. She could no longer hold him off, and play with him. By that bold dash he had gained a vantage-ground, a certain masterful attitude which he had never held before. Yet, after all, I am not sure that she was not just a little afraid of him, and, moreover, that she did not like him all the better for it.

I waited for a bus To separate the both of us And take me off far away from you 'Cause my feelings never change a bit I always feel like shit I don't know why; I guess that I 'just do'

Suffering, sad 'female humanity!' What are these feelings which they are taught to consider as disgraceful, to deny to themselves? What form do the Chinese feet assume when denied their proper development? If the young girls of the 'higher classes,' who never commit a false step, whose justly earned reputations were never sullied even by the stain which the fruit of mere 'knowledge of good and evil' leaves behind, were to speak, and say what are their thoughts employed upon, their thoughts, which alone are free, what would they say?

The material of a dramatist is always some conflict of human feeling with circumstances.

One of the advantages of a great sorrow is that nothing else seems painful.

[Stuff] happens, I know, but man, at times I've wished [stuff] would go somewhere else for a while.

She might have been glad to confide all these things to someone. But how to speak about so elusive a malaise, one that keeps changing its shape like the clouds and its direction like the wind? She could find no words; and hence neither occasion nor courage came to hand.

He saw no reason why there should be all this to-do about so simple a thing as love-making.

She cast her eyes about her, longing for the earth to open up. Why not end it all? What was holding her back? She was free to act. And she moved forward. 'Do it! Do it!' she ordered herself, peering down at the pavement.

'When Hillary had the class reunion at the White House, there were 325 of us there,' said Catherine S. Gidlow, a lawyer in St. Louis. 'I turned to someone and said, 'I think there are 324 of us here who feel like failures,' and she said, 'No, I think there are 325 of us who feel like failures.''

'You should say, 'Why are you such a stupid dumb ugly? You said you didn't like him but meanwhile you're a dumb ugly because you totally love him!' and then she'll be all like, 'That's pretty big talk for someone who eats poop!' and then you'll totally be all like, 'More like doesn't eat poop!''

Words have the power to release pent-up emotions as well as to define them in rational and meaningful terms.

I never meet anyone nowadays who admits to having had a happy childhood. Everyone appears to think happiness betokens a lack of sensitivity.

Do you know what I really need? I need love love love love love, yeah!

You can't hear me. You can't hear me. You can't hear what I'm saying. You can't hear what I'm saying to you.

It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me. It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it. It could take me all of my life, But it would only take a moment to Tell you what I'm feeling, But I don't know if I'm ready yet.

If you can't tell your sister, If you can't tell a priest, 'Cause it's so deep you don't think that you can speak about it To anyone, Can you tell it to your heart? Can you find it in your heart To let go of these feelings...

Not one of us would dare to break The silence And, oh how we have longed For something that would Make us feel so...

A lot of people don't want to talk about love and feelings and I'm always going around saying, 'Hey, let's talk about love!' I don't care. And if you think I'm crazy, that's wonderful, because when you think I'm crazy, that gives me lots of leeway for behavior.

Most of us are pawns in a game of love we don't understand.

My best love to yourself-to your mother my kindest regards-to your small, fat, impertinent, ignorant brother my hatred.