Words That Describe Feelings You Can't Explain Novels & Stories

It's dark. I feel cold. My body feels heavy as if it's floating in the dark abyss of the ocean. What is this feeling? This lonely, stuffy feeling. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Or was it someone? Why can't I move my fingers, or wiggle my toes? Why can't I open my lips to speak? Ah, my eyes are heavy, I can't open them. Just... What is this? "I should have listened to you"

I took a deep breath, my mind racing to find the words to convey what I felt. “I…” I started, my voice trailing off as I struggled to put my emotions into coherent sentences. How could I explain the profound impact she had on me, the way she made my heart race and my spirit soar? My feelings for her were undeniable, but quantifying their depth was what I had yet to fully comprehend.

There are no words to describe how it felt once I was inside her all the way. I've heard it spoken of before, read where men and women tried to explain this very feeling, and now understand why they all fell short of putting the emotion into words; that's because there are no words in any language to do it justice. The only thing that comes close is…my forever.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ It’s rare for me to be at a loss for words. I’ve talked my way out of more trouble than most people even know exists. But then there are moments—moments like this—where words just fail me. When everything I’m feeling hits me so hard, I can barely breathe. It’s like a tight fist around my throat, and no matter how much I try to swallow it down, it doesn’t budge.

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

His warm embrace calms me down, mitigating my pain a little. “You scared the hell out of me, Len,” he whispers. Not letting me go, he closes the door and we both walk inside. “What were you thinking? Did something happen?” “Nothing new happened… but I…” I look down as I sit on the edge of the bed, not knowing how to explain what I’m feeling. It’s like I cannot put my feelings into words. Everything doesn’t make sense when I think about talking to someone, but they make perfect sense so long as they’re trapped in my head.

There was just something about her that he couldn't explain, it wasn't attraction that he felt, but he also couldn't explain the feeling either. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .

"How are you?" "Missing you. What about you?" I stayed silent, trying to find the accurate word for my state. How did one explain an aching heart, excessive sweating and a lingering headache? Guilt? Nervousness? Or fear? But none of those words seemed suitable for this conversation. So I replied with the only other possibility. "Same." "How is Brooke?"

His hand tightened possessively on my arm, and he pulled me closer, his grip almost fiercely protective. “Different how, Elowen?” I struggled to articulate the complex tapestry of emotions that swirled within me, knowing he deserved an honest answer, a glimpse into the intricate workings of my heart. “Not… not bad, exactly,” I began hesitantly. “But… I can’t quite explain it. There’s this… this feeling that I can’t seem to shake. Like something’s coming. Something big.” His silence was an unspoken invitation to continue, and I obliged, the words tumbling out in a rush.

But the word came out weaker than I intended. Cora frowned. “You literally just flinched.” “Did not.” “You did.” I exhaled slowly and rubbed my chest again. “It’s just… a weird feeling.” “What kind of weird feeling?” Eric asked. I searched for the right words. “It’s like…” I paused. “Like something is pulling on me.” Both of them went still. “Pulling?” Cora repeated. “Not physically.” I shook my head. “More like… pressure.” Eric’s expression sharpened instantly.