#feelings

The blues comes right back to a person's feelings, to his daily activities in life. But rich people don't know nothing about the blues, please believe me. ↗

— Jimmy Rushing

#activities #back #believe #blues #comes

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison ↗

— Jane Austen

#hearts #love #waiting #love

It was one of the marvellous feelings of the film, having the music going in your head while doing scenes. ↗

— Dinah Sheridan

#feelings #film #going #having #head

..I learned that there's a kind of love which must feel like coming home,... ↗

— Ellen Sussman

#love #love

I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration. ↗

— Irene Hunt

#feelings #intense #nature #beauty

Feelings were clouds across the sky. They would change and pass. It wasn't important how she felt. ↗

— Suchen Christine Lim

#change

Numb the dark and you numb the light. ↗

— Brené Brown

#fear #feelings #joy #light #numbness

To ignore, repress, or dismiss our feelings is to fail to listen to the stirrings of the Spirit within our emotional life. Jesus listened. In John's Gospel we are told that Jesus was moved with the deepest emotions (11:33)... The gospel portrait of the beloved Child of Abba is that of a man exquisitely attuned to His emotions and uninhibited in expressing them. The Son of Man did not scorn of reject feelings as fickle and unreliable. They were sensitive antennae to which He listened carefully and through which He perceived the will of His Father for congruent speech and action. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#compassion #emotions #faith #feelings #holy-spirit

The point of life isn't to avoid pain. The point of life is to be alive! To feel things. That means the good and the bad. There'll be pain. But also joy, and friendship and love. And it's worth it, believe me. ↗

— John Stephens

#life #love #pain #sorrow #the-fire-chronicle

...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been. ↗

— Jane Austen

#feelings #going-away #memories #parting #recollections