#feeling

It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#hurt #love #love

I wonder why when I told him that my chest still ached even though I had finally told him how I felt, he said, "So you finally realize how I've felt these past three years?" and laughed. ↗

— Kou Yoneda

#love #requital #love

You can't make yourself feel positive, but you can choose how to act, and if you choose right, it builds your confidence. ↗

— Julien Smith

#choices #choosing #confidence #feelings #flinch

I am sitting here at thirty-six feeling like I am responsible for the holocaust for all that is toxic and wrong. Maybe it’s because I eat meat, and I stepped on three ants last Tuesday. ↗

— Amber Garibay

#guilt-quote #holocaust #karma #meat #responsible

Hate is such a beautiful feeling and so undermined at that. Every drop of hate is as much deep a red, as a drop of fierce love. Why would you shirk this feeling away. Why would you not open your heart to the scars and feel every stab and jolt of pain? Why would you not hold your won quivering pieces and touch them to your lips? Why would you not hate with as much effort as you would give to love? Why would you keep your own hate, your own pure feelings away from you! Nothing comes out of hate? Does. It is a glittering word, REDEMPTION. ↗

— Geeta Masurekar- from 'Here is how it happened'urekar

#feelings #hate #heart #love #pure

His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#falling-in-love #feeling-infinite #in-love #kiss #kissing

Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this time together just ragging on everyone, you know? ↗

— John Green

#hate #john-green #the-fault-in-our-stars #the-fault-in-our-stars

I was beginning to understand something I couldn't articulate. It was a jazzy feeling in my chest, a fluttering, a kind of buzzing in my brain. Warmth. Life. The circulation of blood. Sanguinity. I don't know. I understood the enormous risk of telling the truth, how the telling could result in every level of hell reigning down on you, your skin scorched to the bone and then bone to ash and then nothing but a lingering odour of shame and decomposition, but now I was also beginning to understand the new and alien feeling of taking the risk and having the person on the other end of the telling, the listener, say: Bad shit at home? You guys are running away? Yeah, I said. I understand, said, Noehmi. ↗

— Miriam Toews

#feeling #irma-voth #life #literature #miriam-toews

The pain started years ago, but I'd lived with it for so long at that point that I'd accepted it as an inevitable part of me. ↗

— Ashley D. Wallis

#lost-love #love

A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#feelings #love #tangled #love