I am not bothered by the silence. For all the noise I make with my friends, I am still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of others - especially not classmates.
How...how do you feel about me?I think it’s pretty obvious.Let’s just say I need a detailed account.His lashes lifted and his eyes met mine. I can do that for you.Okay. I leaned toward him.I never onc...
In a unified and diverse Spain, based on the equality of and solidarity between its people, there is room for all of us. And for all of our feelings and sensitivities and our distinct ways of being Sp...
When you look at another person, see them as an extension of your thought or feeling. What you two thought or felt THEN, magnetically connected you two NOW.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
Words that are spoken are not TRUE,Feelings alone speak the TRUTH.
Let your feelings flow and the scribbled words stay as a sovereign of the moment.
Feelings are not facts
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Yes, dear Father. But has it ever occurred to you that by [your feelings] you destroy them? How many times can we say sorry before we don't feel sorry anymore?
When you feel bad, find a person to talk to and cry with, to tell of your anger and other helpless feelings.
The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.
Another Definition For Facebook - A place where people can share their feelings and others can like it even if it's a sad feeling or a happy one.
I feel more, hence I speak less!
I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.
But let me offer a word of caution. If you choose to give from your heart, be careful. The most incredible feeling might just overwhelm you. And if you continue in this behavior, that feeling may beco...
To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.
A month ago it would have been my dream just to be in his bedroom watching a movie, but now it’s torture because I want so much more. It’s like my entire conscious state has been reduced to this toxic...
Grace is in garments, in movements, in manners; beauty in the nude, and in forms. This is true of bodies; but when we speak of feelings, beauty is in their spirituality, and grace in their moderation.
There are some places you can't visit anymore,poetry and writings take you there.