If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.

People who are strong don’t just look it — they feel it. They’ve got the self confidence to be who they are, and they know that they’re capable of doing anything they put their mind to.

Even if the wheel of life turns against you, the will of God will take you places. You can still rise. Do not give up!

It’s okay to feel down at times, but as soon as you start feeling sorry for yourself, it is time to pick your head up and move on. It may be hard or take a little while, but the more you try the easier it becomes.

Even though you might be feeling alone because of what you’re going through, someone else has been through it and survived it. It actually does get better, so keep your head up!

Always remember the proverb: “This too shall pass.” Your negative feelings won’t last forever, there’s a light at the end of every tunnel. It might

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.

I just thought to my self, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had

I can feel it… the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.

When you feel that you have reached the end and you cannot go one step further, when life seems to be drained of all purpose; what a wonderful opportunity to start all over again, to turn over a new page.

See, the second reason we have burial rites is that they give people a change to say goodbye. Watching a body get put in the ground or go up in flames or be consigned to the deep, you get the sense there’s no coming back. You feel that door slam closed. And you cry or laugh or whatever’s your deal, but in some place deep inside, you know things will never be the same. They call that closure. That’s the theory, anyways.

Having a rough day? Place your hand over your heart. Feel that? That’s called purpose. You’re alive for a reason. Don’t give up.

I feel like I’ve started a new chapter in my life, and I need to leave the past behind.

I am learning to enjoy the feeling of walking away from things that no longer make me happy.

There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more

I realized that her life
her feelings for things
had been ruined
along the way
and that I was no more than a
temporary
companion.

I tried some more. It was tasting better. I was feeling better. “This stuff belongs to your father, Baldy. I shouldn’t drink it all.”
“He doesn’t care. He’s stopped drinking.” Never had I felt so good. It was better than masturbating. I went from barrel to barrel. It was magic. Why hadn’t someone told me? With this, life was great, a man was perfect, nothing could touch him. I stood up straight and looked at Baldy. “Where’s your mother? I’m going to fuck your mother!”

I always started a job with the feeling that I’d soon quit or be fired, and this gave me a relaxed manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

Even I… know what it’s like to be jealous.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I’d practically invented.

However, I can’t be happy. I feel I can’t have that experience, I can’t assume I will have that experience. I’m free, but feeling lonely

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

I should know better by now: there are feelings that I keep hidden deep inside. So, of course… of course, she must have them too

An escort two nights in a row! I have to say, you and Kyo sure know how to make a girl feel special.

He likes Rin so much… He can’t help himself. I’m sure that… Isn’t based on logic.

It’s strange. He can unsettle me… or make me happy… …with just a few.

Ahh, I would sound so very prescient if I could say yes, but I’m afraid it was just a hunch. Though I must admit, I

If he heard that little story, I wonder how he’d feel.

There’s something about his waves that I find rather strange.

Listen, Shigure, I believe I know how you feel about her. I realize you that probably hate me, but –.

It feels like such a long time since we last saw each other, doesn’t it?

Kagura Sohma: You don’t know what a woman feels like when she’s in love!
Shigure Sohma: Oh, yes I do! Or at least I’ve felt enough

Young Sophie : It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. Howl, tell me what’s going on! Please. I don’t

I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you.

I know that I’m not perfect but you make me feel perfect in every way. Thank you for believing in me.

We’re all born with selfish desires so we can relate to those feelings in others. But kindness is created individually by each person… So it’s easy to misunderstand when someone is trying to be kind to you… But Tohru, people’s differences are something to celebrate.

Rambo: They’re all dead. All of them. I could have killed you ten times, but I wanted you last.
Hugo Martinez: Fuck you.
Rambo: No, fuck you, dead man. I want you to feel my rage, my hate, when I reach into your chest and RIP OUT YOUR HEART! Like you did mine.
Hugo Martinez: Fuck you… and your bitch too!
Rambo: You wanna live? Follow the lights!

I’m not saying she doesn’t look cute or it’s embarrassing or anything. It’s just…it’s like, the same feeling I get when I see an old man buy his lunch at the convenience store! The old dude may not care, but it’s like, I can’t stand seeing that! Like it breaks my heart! And I got no reason, but I break down crying! Right there in the store! That’s right! I cry as I ring him up at the register!

We’re not really getting along… She always says I’m… that I’m no good. The things I do are always wrong. She says all these terrible things all the time and says it’s for my own good. If I talk back, she only blows up at me… but if I stay quiet… I start to feel like I’m the punching bad. I start to wish… she wasn’t around.

I love your hugs so much that I hug you in my dreams.

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.

I began to feel like a kept man and it felt great.

Proud to do things right now you are doing and feel happy for those you will get tomorrow.

Even when everyone is against you, and you feel alone… Remember you’re not, and things will get better.

Pudge: We already feel guilty.
Takumi: You should.

Because you are like that sky. Because I feel it so much that it breaks my heart…I love you.

Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you more and more every day.

I feel so lucky that you’re mine this morning. But not as lucky as you’re going to feel when I see you later.

I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed and bare. To just make you feel and not resist.

The best morning for me is to wake up next to you feeling that you are horny.

Before I fall asleep I always picture what it would feel like to fall asleep in your arms. It’s probably the best feeling in the world.

Being with you is what I call happiness.

I just hugged you in my thoughts… hope you felt the squeeze!

You’ve made me feel beautiful when I thought I was nothing.

When you kiss me, I feel everything that I’ve been missing.

I still remember the feeling I felt when we first kissed.

I could start fires with what I feel for you.

I love you is not enough to describe my feelings for you.

Words simply cannot tell how much I love you. There aren’t enough words in the world to express my feelings for you, so I will just say: I Love You.

Falling in love with you makes me feel so alive.

I love that feeling I get when I see your smile.

You’re the best thing to happen to me and I never want to let you go. The feelings that I feel for you, they only continue to grow.

Only you can give me that feeling.

No words are amazing enough to describe how fantastic you make me feel.

I never felt quite as safe as I do in your arms.

The day I met you, my life changed. The way you make me feel is hard to explain. You make me smile in a special kind of way, you make me fall deeper in love everyday.

Repeat with me: I am responsible for my life, for my feelings, for my growth, and for every result I get.

You do what you have to do to give people closure; it makes them feel better and it doesn’t cost you much to do it. I’d rather apologize for something I didn’t really care about, and leave someone on Earth wishing me well, than to be stubborn and have that someone hoping that some alien would slurp out my brains. Call it karmic insurance.

When my eyes meet yours I get this overwhelming emotion I can’t put into words.

I love you not because of anything you have, but because of something that I feel when I’m near you.

When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you and I am home.

If you asked me to write down how I feel about you, I would probably need a billion sheets of paper.

I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.

I love you because you are the only one who has ever made me feel like I was special.

I want to feel your scent, taste, and skin tonight and each night we are together.

I just love feeling your body enjoying everything I do.

Butterflies in the stomach? I don’t feel them because when you kiss me, I feel the whole zoo in my body.

I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. My thoughts – all about you, give me a lovely feeling.

Do you know for every kind of feeling there is a certain kind of chemistry that will form in our body and that results in our mental activity? Just observe when you feel angry and happy. You feel better while you are happy. So, be positive in your tough times. One day everything will be okay.

In front of Shiki-kun, it seems as if I’m an extremely nice person. It makes me want to spill everything… that I’m not a good person at all. No- it makes me want to hide it forever. Part of me wants to jump up and down in happiness… and part of me wants to yell at myself and say this isn’t right. With those two feelings together, I just end up confused.

I want someone too. Not a person I put up on a pedestal, but someone who’s on my level. Someone I need and who needs me back…feeling secure when I go to sleep and being accepted, they’re not enough. I want to give. I want to give something that only I can give. I want to take all of the encouragement, kindness, and warmth you gave to me and set out once more. I don’t want to lose to the darkness. I want to have faith and move forward. This time for sure, I won’t waste what you’ve given to me. I want to find it. My own proof that I’m alive.

It’s you, so I feel that a person who will understand you, a person who will find you is waiting out there. So just keep on trying your best.

You might feel worthless to one person, but you are priceless to another. Don’t ever forget your worth.

I didn’t feel like being bossed around by him, but I also didn’t feel like fighting.

I wanted to like booze more than I actually did (which is more or less the precise opposite of how I felt about Alaska).

That night, the booze felt great, as the warmth of the wine in my stomach spread through my body. I didn’t like feeling stupid or out of control, but I liked the way it made everything (laughing, crying, peeing in front of your friends) easier.

…feeling – probably for the first time in my life – the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what’s going to happen or when.

The silence broke: “Sometimes I liked it,” I said. “Sometimes I liked it that she was dead.”
“You mean it felt good?”
“No. I don’t know. It felt … pure.”

I’d never been born again with the baptism and weeping and all that, but it couldn’t feel much better than being born again as a guy with no known past. I thought of the people I’d read about — John F. Kennedy, James Joyce, Humphrey Bogart — who went to boarding school, and their adventures — Kennedy, for example, loved pranks. I thought of the Great Perhaps and the things that might happen and the people I might meet and who my roommate might be.

It’s okay to feel discouraged. But when you’re feeling down, remember that God loves you and is in control. He’s working everything out for your good.

A man needs a reason to ride this country. When people feel the morning sun on them, they want to get up and start over.

Tuesday — we had school for the first time. Madame O’Malley had a moment of silence at the beginning of French class, a class that was always punctuated with long moments of silence, and then asked us how we were feeling.

“Awful,” a girl said.

“En français,” Madame O’Malley replied. “En français.”

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.

And then we heard a branch break. It might have been a deer, but the Colonel busted out anyway. A voice directly behind us said, “Don’t run, Chipper,” and the Colonel stopped, turned around, and returned to us sheepishly.

The Eagle walked toward us slowly, his lips pursed in disgust. He wore a white shirt and a black tie, like always. He gave each of us in turn the Look of Doom.

“Y’all smell like a North Carolina tobacco field in a wildfire,” he said.

We stood silent. I felt disproportionately terrible, like I had just been caught fleeing the scene of a murder. Would he call my parents?

SO THIS IS HOW NOAH FELT. You wake up one morning and God has forgiven you and you walk around squinting all day because you’ve forgotten how sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad, and the whole world is brighter and cleaner than ever before.

French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.

Meditation is to be aware of every thought and of every feeling, never to say it is right or wrong, but just to watch it and move with it. In that watching, you begin to understand the whole movement of thought and feeling. And out of this awareness comes silence.

I don’t think that the spoken words solve everything. Sometimes silence delivers truer feelings while the words can distort the meaning in some situations.

There’s no need to feel down over a bad day – with the next sunrise, comes a new beginning and a day that you can start over fresh with!

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling good.

When you start taking care of yourself you start feeling better, you start looking better and you start to attract better. It all starts with you.

I’ve lived in a world of death. I’ve watched people I’ve loved die. Some fast with a bullet, some not enough left to bury. All these years I’ve kept my secrets, but the time has come to face my past. And if they come looking for me, they will welcome death. I want revenge. I want them to know that death is coming. And there’s nothing they can do to stop it. I want them to feel our grief, and know that’s the last thing they will ever feel. And I know you want it too.

This is what it feels like!

My mom said that when you become a parent you understand for the first time what a parent feels. But…but what you really need to understand what you really shouldn’t forget is what you felt like as a child. The first time you did a somersault, the first time someone got really mad at you…If you can really remember how you felt when you were a child even when you’re an adult or a parent, then you can understand each other. Even if it’s not 100% you can meet each other half-way…she said. Because thinking that way reminds you that life is fun.

Hatori-san, you will please refrain from going out so often. Something might happen. If you cared anything for the feelings of Akito-san, who trusts you above anyone…You would always be by his side.

Johnny Tran: What are feeling, Lance… 40 weight? 50 weight?
Lance Nguyen: 40 Weight sounds nice…

The feeling of having a new beginning is a very strengthening experience. It gives you the opportunity to begin again from scratch and make the future your masterpiece.

Nothing is worse than to finish a good shit, then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass.

“Do you hate people?”

“I don’t hate them…I just feel better when they’re not around.”

You are strong if you can feel sorry for yourself. You are strong if you can laugh in the face of your own mortality. You are strong if you can cry for help when someone needs it most. You are strong if you can do all these things without letting them destroy your spirit or make you feel less than human.

I kept writing not because I felt I was so good, but because I felt they were so bad, including Shakespeare, all those. The stilted formalism, like chewing cardboard.

Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

Don’t wait for the good woman. She doesn’t exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts. The female loves to play man against man, and if she is in a position to do it there is not one who will not resist. The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal, and torture and damnation.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you’re feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you’ll feel better because they know that everything is just as it is. There’s nothing to get excited about. They just know. They’re saviours.

A lot of guys have muscles. A lot of strong men in this world. I think it’s important to show that even under all this strength there’s a fragile side, a side that can be affected.

No one can control his emotion of love for a woman, the sentiment he feels, I mean. But the strong man controls the demonstration.

Let’s be very clear: Strong men – men who are truly role models – don’t need to put down women to make themselves feel powerful.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

I like feeling strong. It keeps my mental floor higher.

To feel strong, to walk amongst humans with a tremendous feeling of confidence and superiority is not at all wrong. The sense of superiority in bodily strength is borne out by the long history of mankind paying homage in folklore, song and poetry to strong men.

The knowledge of the past stays with us. To let go is to release the images and emotions, the grudges and fears, the clingings and disappointments of the past that bind our spirit.

My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough I won’t feel the feelings I be feeling when I’m sobered up.

It’s funny how aimless a person can feel at times, even when they know God is in control.

I learned repeatedly that while rock bottom feels like the end – it’s always the beginning of something.

Take it one day at a time, and you will be feeling better soon!

Feeling those road trip vibes.

The way I drive, the way I drive my truck, is an expression of my inner feelings.

Like drops of rain, bit by bit, his smile would spread across his face. I loved that. His voice, his eyes, his looks, his entire being…I loved all of him. Even though he would never know, even though it was pointless to have feelings for him, and I would’ve been better off forgetting about him altogether…

I don’t pay attention to social media. So if I do something I do it from the heart. I don’t do it for any feedback, I did it cause that’s how I felt.

Make your own choices, your own decisions, your own thoughts, and feel your own feelings.

I’m a super sensitive individual also. The smallest thing might stand out to me. I might go make a song about this interview. I live life then rap about it. Who knows what I may say? I just really say what I feel. When I’m in the moment, whatever I’m feeling, I get it all out.

Sometimes I feel like being an intellectual. Sometimes I like to just be aggressive and all the way in my feelings. Sometimes I might be emotional, or sometimes I might drag on the track and be lazy. I just like to share the different states of existence of Kevin Gates with the rest of the world.

The thought causes the feeling >> the feeling causes the action >> the action causes the result.

There’s a feeling you can’t understand unless you get hurt and cause trouble. There’s also a feeling you won’t get unless you hit rock bottom. You rebel against the ideals of life, but then everything goes bad, and for the first time, you find yourself yearning for those ideals. Pain would mean nothing without kindness. Darkness can’t stand out without the sun. Neither is something to scoff at. Both sides of the equation have meaning. So even if you stumble and make mistakes, it isn’t for nothing. If you think to yourself, “I won’t let this be for nothing!” it’ll turn into something that will help you grow.

Men are lucky…they can easily trust others with their hopes and dreams and things. I wonder if I can do that too. After all, I know it’s not pity! Her feelings aren’t a lie! I can trust that!

What are you telling her for!? If that’s how you really feel, tell him!

Leave me alone…! This is why I didn’t want to be near her. She’s the kind of girl who makes me feel this way. That time too…I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to run over to her, put my head on her lap, and trust her with my heart, like a child who goes crying home to her mother. I want to complain to her about how unfair this all is, about how weak I am. And I have a feeling she would let me. I think she would accept me. But I can’t do that to her. She doesn’t deserve that. People like me cling to kind people. We seek them out. We leech them dry. That’s why I won’t involve anyone else in this. It’s better if I go it alone. I’ll keep running alone. Nobody has to understand me. It’s easier if they hate me. It’s better if I’m all alone. That’s what I decided, and I intend to stick with it. I decided I wouldn’t cry…

I know sentiments can make you idealize another person…I know that, but I swear, to me, she was “spring.” If I was snow that had been frozen over the years, caged up in the darkness of this house, she was the fresh, vivacious spring.

Sleepless nights are for lovers and loners.

You must strive to become much less susceptible to influences outside of yourself and much more inclined to trust the instincts and feelings that lie within you.

Ice box where my heart used to be. Eskimo city, no feelings, I’ma igloo.

Disconnecting from one you love can be a lonely ordeal. The feelings you will experience will change you.

When people say my name, I want them to feel a certain way, everybody walks around so numb. They’re not in touch. In the technological age, we become cold-hearted. I’m going to provoke you to feel. That’s what Islah does.

I can’t see Kyoko-san ever again, but she left a lot behind for me. Her words, her feelings…and Tohru. All of them are things that will help me grow.

When did I start feeling like my name had a special ring to it whenever you called out to me? When did I start doing dumb stuff over and over again, as long as I knew it would make you smile? When did I start…loving you so much I couldn’t stand it?

That day… I watched Tohru pick up my scattered beads. I couldn’t find any words to say. Among other things, they were proof of the monster I’d been. I thought I wouldn’t have minded just leaving them to rot. But at the same time… I had this feeling that someday down the line, I might regret not picking them up. Even so, I couldn’t move. So, she picked ‘em up instead. It felt like she was protecting both the present and future me. Or maybe… it was even more than that. Maybe she wanted to protect something bigger. Maybe she was trying to save all those feelings from far away… of every poor soul who had to wear a string of prayer beads just so they could live their lives.

Being left behind or leaving behind…I wonder which hurts more.

I don’t have a feeling of inferiority. Never had. I’m as good as anybody, but no better.

It is illegal to steal my feelings and leave.

When I’m feeling down about myself, all I have to do is hop in my cab and drive my big rig with confidence again!

Nothin’ but love for this trucker!

When you’re driving in the fast lane, but it feels like the slow lane.

Truckin’ on down the road feelin’ good, I’m goin’ my way!

He makes me feel stupid and it’s hard to sleep knowing so little about everything.

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air… Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.

A new canvas can always make me feel good inside.

What feels like the end is often the beginning.

Feel the road beneath you.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

Somethin’ put my feelings in the lost and found.

Being in love is cool as hell, like having feelings and sh*t, it’s tight.

Ridin’ ’round town, they gon’ feel this one.

I feel like in a way I’m starting over, with everything.

Do you know that awesome feeling when you get into bed, fall right asleep, stay asleep all night and wake up feeling refreshed? Me neither.

That night I slept badly, thrashing about in my bed, not quite asleep and not quite awake. At times I had the feeling there was someone else in my bedroom who was talking to me, but of course I could not deal with this perception in any realistic way, since I was half-asleep and half-awake, and thus, for all practical purposes, I was out of my mind.

We stood there like that for a very long time until the sun had said its official good morning, and then Van turned me back to him. “Let’s go inside. It’s getting early and I have a feeling you could use some coffee.” I smiled, it’s getting early, that was the way I felt too, and I could definitely use some coffee.

Hours into the night, sleepless Elijah sat up in his bed and rubbed his face trying to put his thoughts and feelings together. He went into the kitchen, turned on the light, and poured himself a cup of milk. He gulped it after taking a deep breath trying to ease the perturbed feeling in his stomach and the weight in his chest.

Del: You know I had a feeling that when we parted ways. We would somehow wind up back together again. I’ve never seen a guy get picked up by his testicles before. Lucky thing for you that cop passed by when he did. Otherwise, you’d be lifting up your schnutz to tie you shoes. I’m sorry. That’s terrible. Do you have any idea how glad I am I didn’t kill you?
Neal: Do you have any idea how glad I’d be if you had?
Del: Oh, come on, pal, you don’t mean that. Remember what I said about going with the flow?
Neal: How am I supposed to go with the flow when the rental car agency leaves me in a 100 acre parking lot with keys to a car that isn’t there then I have to hike back 3 miles to find out they don’t have any more cars?
Del: I got a car, no sweat at all.
Neal: Well Del, you’re a charmed man.
Del: Nope.
Neal: Oh, I know. You just go with the flow.
Del: Like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream.

Feel the Aliveness within your Body. That anchors You in the Now.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

People Sophie had known all her life came and bought flowers by the bundle. None of them recognized her, and that made her feel very odd.

A barber cutting hair to create a feeling of being refreshed.

As a Barber, it’s my job to help you look and feel great! What do you need today?

When you leave the barbershop feeling fresh and right.

Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following act of expressing thankfulness.

The last thing an Englishman wants to hear is a man from Brussels trying to imitate his language – you want to hear a different point of view. You may not be able to understand the details, but you can understand the feeling.

It is not that the Englishman can’t feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did.

I sort of don’t believe in closure. In the sense that it doesn’t make me feel better to think that something is over.

…but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.

It has been remarked that the peculiarly English habit of self-suppression in matters of the emotions puts the Englishman at a great disadvantage in moments of unusual stresses.

The Englishman respects your opinions, but he never thinks of your feelings.

Englishmen have a genius for looking uncomfortable. Their feelings are terribly mixed up with their personal appearance.

I am ok now, feeling is what I get when I get into my Jeep.

It’s not a good feeling to hide a huge part of your life. If you were meant to be somebody else, you’d be somebody else, so don’t change who you are.