People will forget what you said
Poeple will forget what you did
But people will never forget how you made them feel.
The worst families are those in which the members never really speak their minds to one another; they maintain an atmosphere of unreality, and everyone always lives in an atmosphere of suppressed ill-feeling.
For now. But if I ever decide you're useless, you are a dead man.To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service.Bravo.Her Imperial Viciousness laughed with genuine feeling.Bravo!
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Tact consists in knowing how far we may go too far.
Half of our mistakes in life arises from feeling where we ought to think, and thinking where we ought to feel.
There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking. Thus we hate what threatens our person, our liberty, our privacy, our income, our popularity, our vanity and our dreams and plans for ourselves. If we can isolate this element in what we hate we may be able to cease from hating. Analyse in this way the hatred of ideas or of the kind of people whom we have once loved and whose faces are preserved in Spirits of Anger. Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
Some die because they feel everything, others because they feel nothing. Some are fools because they suffer no regrets, and others because they do.
When it's time to make a decision about a person or problem ... trust your intuition ... act.
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows.
Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.