Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.
Keeping a smile on your lips even when you're on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for those who show their feelings.
I’ve learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that you’re with me, even when you’re not by my side.
The roller-coaster is my life; life is a fast, dizzying game; life is a parachute jump; it’s taking chances, falling over and getting up again; it’s mountaineering; it’s wanting to get to the very top of yourself and feeling angry and dissatisfied when you don’t manage it
Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.
Men take the oddest satisfaction in feeling superior without knowing that most of the time they are being utterly predictable.
There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exists or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence
We all have other halves, and when they're feeling bad, we get a little piece of the pain
The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.
No one could make a choice without feeling afraid.
Feelings do not grow old along with the body. Feelings form part of a world I don’t know, but it’s a world where there’s no time, so space, no frontiers.
Do not try to explain feelings. Live everything intensely and treasure what you feel as a gift from God.
I am in the Aleph, the point at which everything is in the same place at the same time. I'm at a window, looking out at the world and its secret places, poetry lost in time and words left hanging in space...sentences that are perfectly understood, even when left unspoken. Feelings that simultaneously exalt and suffocate.
Twitter is my bar. I sit at the counter and listen to the conversations, starting others, feeling the atmosphere.
Love transforms and love cures;but,sometimes,love builds deadly traps and can end up destroying a person who had resolved to give him or herself completely.What is this complex feeling which,deep down,is the only reason we continue to live,struggle and improve?
Dream and don't ask too many questions, or fear will overcome your feelings.
Instead of noting down things I’m unlikely to forget, I will write a poem. Even if I have never written one before and even if I never do so again, I will at least know that I once had the courage to put my feelings into words.
