Feels Quotes - Page 130

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

It was hollow, my triumph, I could feel that, but I held on to it just the same.

I don't feel I'm angry. I feel as though I'm describing something true. If I had stabbed my husband, I could understand being called "angry." If I had an affair with my husband's best friend and written about that experience, I could see the anger. But I'm not doing that.

I had come to feel that my mother's love for me was designed solely to make me into an echo of her; and I didn't know why, but I felt that I would rather be dead than become just an echo of someone.

You can't direct yourself but if you're in the moment and you feel it, there's nothing more you can do but hope there was some truth captured for the screen.

I always love going to Paris, and now I feel like I know it really well.

Freedom is what beauty feels like when it can most express itself.

I spend so much time in my studio, which can be very dark, so it can begin to feel as if I'm a mole underground.

I always feel I'm getting near to something that's got more to it than I can get hold of.

I can't hit on women in public any more. I didn't decide this; it just doesn't feel right at my age.

Let's hope you feel better now.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

I feel that if I ever did adjust to prison, I could by that alone never adjust to society.

One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.

I don't feel any guilt complex about The Lord of the Rings.

Are you sure?" A brow arched up. "Because I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.

I feel 80% of my life is completely normal.

I feel that the surrealists have created a series of valid external landscapes which have their direct correspondences within our own minds.

I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.

Why do people feel things and go places, tell me if you know.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

I feel that you always pay when you are a child.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.