Feel Quotes

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world
but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do
I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.
well, I hope that if you are out there you read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?

Don't assume, ask. Be kind. Tell the truth. Don't say anything you can't stand behind fully. Have integrity. Tell people how you feel.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.

To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.

Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.

If you don't feel it, flee from it. Go where you are celebrated, not merely tolerated.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

Those questions you have? Whether he's the one, whether you feel about him the way you should, or whether the relationship is going okay? When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.

The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land — all things born of the soul that can only be felt.

And pity--people who inspire it in you are actually very powerful people. To get someone else to take care of you, to feel sorry for you--that takes a lot of strength, smarts, manipulation. Very powerful people.

Ronan," Noah said, "I have a super bad feeling."
"It's called being dead," Ronan replied.

Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.

I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her.

I want to care, but I don’t.
I look at you and all I feel is tired.

Don't do anything that you wouldn't feel comfortable reading about in the newspaper the next day.

Photographers tend not to photograph what they can’t see, which is the very reason one should try to attempt it. Otherwise we’re going to go on forever just photographing more faces and more rooms and more places. Photography has to transcend description. It has to go beyond description to bring insight into the subject, or reveal the subject, not as it looks, but how does it feel?

Dominion does not mean domination. We hold dominion over animals only because of our powerful and ubiquitous intellect. Not because we are morally superior. Not because we have a "right" to exploit those who cannot defend themselves. Let us use our brain to move toward compassion and away from cruelty, to feel empathy rather than cold indifference, to feel animals' pain in our hearts.

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

I'm not interested in waiting around and risking the who-knows and the what-ifs and the huge regrets. I want to feel all of it....

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

When you're young, you say what you feel.
When you're adult, you speak what you think.
When you grow old, you listen to what nature says.

I don't suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can't.

What I think is not necessarily, what I feel and what I feel is not necessarily, what I think.

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all our live trying to be less lonesome. And one of our ancient methods is to tell a story, begging the listener to say, and to feel, "Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought." To finish is sadness to a writer, a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.

We might miss the sign or we may be unable to read the expression, but it is almost a contradiction in terms to say that a dog feels something but does not show it. What a dog feels, a dog shows, and, conversely, what a dog shows, a dog actually does feel.

Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way
to feel alive.

Whenever you feel a little stricken down in pain, think about this. The knife has to be sharpened by striking and rubbing it against something strong before it can become useful! You are going to be great after the struggles.

I longed to be wrapped in his arms again, pour my troubles, make everything feel okay, even if it wasn't

And it's impossible to say and even harder to feel.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself. It helps— No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze. But I need— You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on. You make it sound so easy. Bitterness drips from each syllable. It’s not. It’s the fucking hardest thing a person can do. I smooth a damp strand out of her face and away from my mouth. It’s the hardest fucking thing. It’s why we drink and do drugs and fight. It’s why I play music and build engines.

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

The moment you start to think you understand love is the moment you don’t feel it anymore.

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.

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

One touch from you..., water coated his lips, gathered in thick drops on his dark lashes, makes me feel more than a whole goddamned orgy.

Do not only think about it, but feel about it, also, before taking appropriate action.

God can allow you to pass through storms and get to your success. But what the devil loves to do is to make you not to realize it that the storm is over. He wishes to keep you in condemnation even at the time you have to feel liberated.

If you can feel the future, then you are about to experience it.

Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?

They all call me "Excuse me," even though my nametag clearly says "Jordan." It's like people don't actually exist while they're working. Workers are just tools who aren't supposed to have feelings or personalities. You don't become human until your shift is over. Until then, we're all just zombies. We're dead to the world: infected people who need to be avoided, unless, of course, someone needs to know where the paintbrushes are located.

I felt deep within me that the highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe! - The Narrator.

Feel within, the pure and unconditional Love and embrace all.