#fee

Ironically, this physically weak feeling signifies that I’m actually getting stronger. I know from my past that I will ultimately feel strong if I just sit with the feeling and experience it. ↗

— Jenni Schaefer

#feelings #recovery #experience

A childish feeling, I admit, but, when we retire from the conventions of society and draw close to nature, we involuntarily become children: each attribute acquired by experience falls away from the soul, which becomes anew such as it was once and will surely be again. ↗

— Mikhail Lermontov

#childish #feeling #nature #soul #experience

I feel I am the perfect lover, because I love equally all beautiful girls. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#feel #girls #lover #perfect #beauty

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people. ↗

— Jennifer Estep

#killing #late #business

He wore the evidence of thinking all over his face, open and easy to read. Leah envied him that confidence to show what he was feeling. ↗

— Lauren Dane

#feelings #thoughts #business

Among the reasons people keep sad stories to themselves is that they do not want anyone to feel sorry for them. I don't. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. ↗

— Judith Moore

#anyone #feel #i #keep #me

Our country is a place where hope can be born and great companies, organizations and non-profits can spring up from an idea birthed on the back of a coffee-shop napkin. ↗

— Todd Stocker

#business #coffee #excellence #greatness #hope

The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land - all things born of the soul that can only be felt. ↗

— Anthony De Sa

#longing #soul #life

When people see your personality come out, they feel so good, like they actually know who you are. ↗

— Usain Bolt

#come #feel #good #know #like

They were learning that New York had another life, too — subterranean, like almost everything that was human in the city — a life of writers meeting in restaurants at lunchtime or in coffee houses after business hours to talk of work just started or magazines unpublished, and even to lay modest plans for the future. Modestly they were beginning to write poems worth the trouble of reading to their friends over coffee cups. Modestly they were rebelling once more. ↗

— Malcolm Cowley

#conversation #future-plans #lost-generation #modest #new-york