#feelings

The problem with our feelings is we don’t understand whether we are in love or we wanted to have sex. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#problem #sex #understand #love

These are tears and I am crying. It is not a painful sensation, as I always thought it must be. It feels like the purest expression of feeling that it is possible to have. And the feeling mixes everything up together. Happiness. Sadness. Relief. Sorrow. Love. A mixture if things no psychiatrist ever felt. It is the most wonderful mixture in the world. ↗

— Harry Bingham

#feelings #love

Humility and shame have been confused. Humility is knowing that you know nothing for sure and shame is someone having to tell you. ↗

— Erica Goros

#humility #inspiration #shame #inspirational

We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot continue in love without being stronger than our brokenness. ↗

— Jocelyn Soriano

#broken-heart #broken-hearted #broken-hearted-quotes #heartache #heartbreak

Let's forgive someone for Valentines day, it's a great way to show love, and forgive yourself too for the hurt you held onto. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#forgiveness #held-onto #hurt #hurt-feelings #love

Nor does the idea of a moral order asserting itself against attack or want of conformity answer in full to our feelings regarding the tragic character. ↗

— Andrew Coyle Bradley

#answer #asserting #attack #character #conformity

You compose because you want to somehow summarize in some permanent form your most basic feelings about being alive, to set down... some sort of permanent statement about the way it feels to live now, today. ↗

— Aaron Copland

#alive #basic #because #being #compose

She turned suddenly, and before I could react, framed my face with her hands and pressed her lips to mine. I froze, mostly in shock, but after a moment my body uncoiled and I closed my eyes, relaxing into her. I remembered this; the feel of her lips on mine, cool and soft, the touch of her fingers on my skin. I remembered her scent, those long nights when we would lie under the cold, frozen stars, dreaming in each other’s arms. For a second, my body reacted instinctively. I started to pull us closer, to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with equal passion…but, then I stopped. I remembered this perfectly; every shining moment with Ariella was forever etched into my mind. What we’d had, what we’d shared, everything. I’d built a shrine to her in my memories, carefully tended with grief and anger and regret. I knew every inch of our relationship, the passion, the feeling of emptiness when we weren’t together, the longing and, yes, the love. I had been in love with Ariella. I remembered what she’d meant to me once, what I’d felt for her then… …and what I didn’t feel for her now. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#ash #forgotten-feelings #kiss #love #anger

My feelings of revulsion and foreboding about nuclear weapons had not changed an iota since 1945, and they have never left me. Since I was 14, the overriding objective of my life has been to prevent the occurrence of nuclear war. ↗

— Daniel Ellsberg

#been #changed #feelings #had #i

Behaviors are a choice. Feelings are sometimes out of our control. Behavior has to do with choices. ↗

— Randall Terry

#behaviors #choice #choices #control #feelings