Feelings Quotes
Love has no limits, which is why we fall impulsively into the depths of our feelings.
As ever in the family Goodman, someone would have to swallow feelings here, and it was easier that it be Mercer.
Everyone in my family always spares one another's feelings. It leaves little room for honesty.
Swirling in a squirrel cage of perpetual motion, the head-committee meets, argues, votes out the guidance available from emotions, and successfully keeps serenity at bay and chaos close at hand.
Sensitive people either love deeply or they regret deeply. There really is no middle ground because they live in passionate extremes.
Any feeling, emotion or impulse that originates from the 'mind' can never be suppressed.
Organizing your emotions reclaims your power over any given drama. Nothing is stronger than your own mind.
This was a new skill she'd acquired, the ability to look, to the outside world, utterly serene and even cheerful, while, in her skull, all was chaos.
Compartmentalization is an unconscious psychological defense mechanism employed to avoid cognitive dissonance.
Students may not remember what you try to teach them, but they will never forget who you are and what feelings you created in their mind.
God is up to something, but you will never know unless you figure out the difference between who is the messenger carrying your future and who is the person holding you back.
Don't overestimate your emotions and underestimate your intelligence.
The function of a heart is to keep the body alive, I genuinely believe it is mind which takes care of everything else.
I can't help it. You bring it out in me, " he accused. "No, " I said. "You're choosing to let me get to you. Don't. It's all in the mind.
In our thoughts, we hold the key to our feelings. In our minds, we hold the key to love.
It was strange what Chris was feeling within, but he didn’t mind for he was loving her.
You may not have the power to control whatever happens to you, but you have the power to stop it from affecting your sense of style.
Expressing our feelings out loud, especially to someone else, can bring a sense of relief. There is power in proclamation.
No matter the feelings. You can transform the energy of your emotions into your power.
My emotions are invisible, untouchable—invincible even—and their power far outweighs my own. And so it seems unfair that for all the little I can do to them, they can do so much to me.
Feeling powerless is the result of yielding to fearful thinking.
Just always be honest about your feelings. If everyone did that then the world would be a much simpler place.
Close your eyes. Now see the world, not with your vision but with your feelings and passion.
You’re not supposed to be in a relationship because it’s comfortable, it’s supposed to be because they make you a better person.
Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.
The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.
You don’t need them. It’s that simple. But for some reason it’s complex. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. We can’t seem to fathom it.
Three years later and I’m still writing about you. I don’t know if that says more about you or I.
My mistakes were because I was selfless. I wanted to complete someone else, I didn’t think about completing myself.
Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.
I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.
All I can think is that it must be a kind of rebellion, To arm your fears like soldiers and slay them.
Don’t let people who don’t care about you manipulate your mind feelings and emotions, or controls how you think about yourself. Never give that much power to someone else.
I’ll never know if it was figuratively or literally when he said I drove him crazy.
You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.
Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.
I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.
Searching through Monster.com while on the clock feels like being on Tinder while still married.