A certain feeling of emptiness at my back told me I had reached the corner.

No hard feelings, I told him, just doing your job.

A prickling feeling on the back of his neck told him they were being watched.

And my feelings are telling me that we've all been wrong about what I want to do.

"I will do what my feelings tell me is appropriate."

Then a dull, live feeling, gone in an instant, told him that it was wrong.

My feelings told me nothing, one way or another; but I'd no better sign to follow.

The feelings at least told her what to do, even if they didn't tell her why.

The heavy, loaded feeling in his stomach told him it would be coming up soon.

Though the tight feeling in my stomach told me I didn't have much control over either.