feelings [Theme] Page 309

Even if it seems to us that in life, nothing changes, it still happens gradually. As good as the seasons are changing, change our feelings.

True love cannot speak, because true feeling is expressed rather than the words.

The true goodness of the soul - all this is bullshit. No there is no soul. Sense - nonsense. Love - nonsense. We live and then we die. And all the rest is illusion and self-deception. Feelings and sentiment only want stupid women. No, there is no sense. All this subjective nonsense. "For the soul." And no there is no soul. And there is no God. There is only our decisions, illness, and death.

When people cease to change, cease to feel cease to love... he's dying...

Moving without a purpose in the rain and sun, I found myself at the crossroads of an unfamiliar part of town, where we saw it. Don't know why but I somehow already knew what will happen next. Ahead was a full day and there was an understanding that this day - one of many in a sequence called life. There was a feeling of randomness and its real insignificance. If I was already one day someone ought to remember. I should call her, though I realized that I can't find the words... should have called her...

Of your existence I learned about 16.30. Now in Warsaw is only 17.15, and you have managed to surprise me, to impress, to motivate, to move, to cause envy, to grieve and to rejoice. Lately I have little experience, because I perceive such sharp feelings.

- Choose the senses of the words is not easy, - I smiled. - All we feel. Only few people manage to say.

Feelings don't deceive, cheat is compiled by him judgment.

Don't be afraid to Express your feelings, otherwise the party will be lost.

It is very important to talk about your feelings with someone you love, because you never know when you can lose it, or when they lose you.

Well, a man should not be ashamed of natural human feelings, even if that man is the Chancellor.

The big feelings she avoided, as large bills, which are not always easy to change.

The feeling of being in the thrall of rough practical need has only a restricted sense.

To be sensual means to be afflicted.