More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.
You can't help what you feel, but you can help how you behave
I feel like the word shatter.
Science never makes things that do not have to do with what we feel, by which I mean what we want and what we fear.
Why do men feel threatened by women?
It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.