I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.
A blanket could be used to express my feelings towards her. You see, I’m not tired—but I am tired of her.
Old times, sad times. I feel better about them now than I did then.
When the time is right, when these feelings of rage and unfairness once again overcome me, I will not faint. I will fight.
I really don't get nervous when I perform -it's more of an exciting feeling than anything else. But put me in a classroom with kids my age and have me take a test and yeah, I'll be nervous!
I feel like I owe Juilliard everything... coming from Kentucky at age 17, having a school like that giving me a chance. And if you can't afford it, you can get a scholarship.
Now, past middle age, with so many books written I still care about and only a few still in print, I know the feeling of being overlooked.
I may not have gone to high school every day, but I spent whole a lot of my adolescence feeling vulnerable and confused and alone... just like everybody else.
I listen to everything - all kinds of stuff. I've been obsessed with the Nas and Damian Marley record, 'Distant Relatives.' I feel like a lot of people haven't heard it, and it's amazing.
I truly loved being pregnant and feeling what was going on inside my body and watching it change. It's difficult to recoup, but still amazing nonetheless. I would have another one.
I've got rid of a lot of cynicism and anger. I feel positive about my development, and I just want to carry on making music and building myself as a person.
I think there is a big difference between expressing the pain and anger that many African Americans and other people of color may feel versus language that I think now crosses the line and goes into hate.
I've never owned an Apple product. I like the fact that PCs are open architecture and not locked down like Apple products. I feel that Macs are also unjustifiably overpriced.
But then when he left, I realized that it was harder to write songs and feel spiritually connected to art and music as a band. When he came back I felt it again, instantaneously.
I like to mix pieces in my art direction from the '60s or the '40s and the '90s and present-day stuff. To me, that feels very real. When I go into people's houses, it's not all today.
I can feel my cheeks through your cheesecake buttocks.
I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?
I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.
I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.
I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.
