feelings

Everybody pretends to feel and tries to describe with the taste and elegance of him who first defined what picturesque beauty was. I detest jargon of every kind, and sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in but what was worn and hackneyed out of all sense and meaning.

Are you in pain?' I asked, because I know that everything in the world that matters shows up as some kind of pain. Or pang. Joy included.

When you strip away all the layers one by one, not much remains to __iscover._ You will never find real meaning among your selfish interests, feelings, and aspirations. The answers do not lie within you.

They implicitly trust that their thoughts, beliefs, and feelings are their own, and fail to recognize that they may be __hanneling_ someone else__ thoughts and feelings.

The worst battle you'll have to fight is between what you know and how you feel.

A man is NOT weak if he cries. A man is NOT a punk if he cries. A man is NOT acting like a little b*tch if he cries. He__ a Man! And he__ allowed to have and show his true feelings without feeling less than. Ladies, some of you need to do better. Learn to be compassionate, loving, supportive, and understanding. There__ NOTHING wrong with a man being vulnerable. I encourage you to be his joy, peace, and his safe place. Lift him up and be mindful NOT to tear him down. If you truly care for and love your man, do and say everything with love. Let him know that it__ okay to cry and that he doesn__ have to pretend to be okay when he__ not. Real men DO cry! They experience sadness, disappointments, pain, and many other feelings. A man shouldn__ have to suppress his emotions. That__ pure nonsense! A man that can cry, smile, and let his guards down is a keeper in my book. I couldn__ imagine acting hard all of the time. That__ so unfair! Ladies, strive to be a Queen of substance. PEACE.

You don't need to live in a mansion to be happy. All you need is to create the right space, something that says this is who you are, and you can always change who you are, just as you change your environment.

Knowing your feelings won't change the facts, but knowing the facts can change your feelings.

Don't allow others to make you feel small. You came to this world to grow and to explore and touch the miracles and marvels of life.

Preaching vs Teaching:The difference between preaching and teaching: one makes you feel good, the other makes you grow.

Love in action puts a mind at ease. It creates wonders and good feelings. Such is the magic word that when you allow it to flow freely, it awakens every human heart, and uplifts every human spirit.

Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you--these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.

I never wanted to be alone, but I always opted for loneliness. I am an emotional, sensitive and expressive creature. I cannot detach my feelings, never could I control. I fall in love and I can be easily broken.

In a taxi speeding uptown on the West Side Highway, I let my thoughts drift below the surface of the Hudson until it finally occurs to me that feelings fill the gaps created by the indirectness of experience. Though the experience is social, thoughts carry it into a singular space and it is this that causes the feelings of loneliness; or it is this that collides the feeling with the experience so that what is left is the solitude called loneliness.

But this gives no proper idea of my feelings at all; and no one that has not lived such a retired stationary life as mine, can possibly imagine what they were: hardly even if he has known what it is to awake some morning, and find himself in Port Nelson, in New Zealand, with a world of waters between himself and all that knew him.

There__ a line you never get to cross, as long as you live. The edge of your body. You__e trapped inside your skin, and no matter how many times you reach out to touch a friend or a lover, no matter how close you hold someone or how fiercely you make love, when it begins, when it ends, and all the moments in between, you are still yourself, alone. I know you knew this. It was in all the love songs you wrote. I think it was the hidden impulse we both had, down inside, that made us take razors to our skin, that desire to open up and let the world in, to let ourselves out, to take that sharp thin line of flesh and erase it.

I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry.

Not obedience or feelings or respect, there is only one thing which people take seriously at all time and its "money".