emotion

There's only a casual relationship between human behavior and logic.

While you and I are allowed the luxury of our pain, president isn't. A president must take into account how his citizens feel and he must manage them and lead them, but he must not succumb to personal feelings. His job is to maintain a ruthless sense of proportion while keeping the coldness of his calculation to himself.

Love, one way or the other, in whatever form, matters every moment in life.

Emotion... a weird sense of human....strong handling make us numb....loose handling make us dumb...

You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.

Shift your attention, and your emotion shifts. Shift your emotion, and your attention shifts.

its amazing thought of love with a specific person ,how can creates a storm to touch .

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it__ on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you__e got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration. All those emotions _ spanning from intense love, intense frustration, jealousy, confusion, all of that _ in my mind, all those emotions are red. You know, there__ nothing in between. There__ nothing beige about any of those feelings, it all comes back to me, and it__ red.

It is arrogant to believe that you know what is true for you. Surely you know in your own life with you that you cannot be trusted.

Growing up, coming to terms with, and living through the complications of Diabetes.

Conversation, to take another example, is one of the common pleasures of life, but not all conversation is pleasurable. The stutterer finds talking painful, and the listener is equally pained. Persons who are inhibited in expressing feeling are not good conversationalists. Nothing is more boring than to listen to a person talk in a monotone without feeling. We enjoy a conversation when there is a communication of feeling. We have pleasure in expressing our feelings, and we respond pleasurably to another person's expression of feeling. The voice, like the body, is a medium through which feeling flows, and when this flow occurs in an easy and rhythmic manner, it is a pleasure both to the speaker and listener.

Now bound by the sudden rush of emotion that reverberates through me as I remain intent on awakening Nadia, I push my fingertips upward over her neck as if pushing a coin from the edge of heaven, waiting to catch where it falls as if I were in all places at once. I then gently attack her pressure points from every side, leaving Nadia completely vulnerable to my wanting her. Nadia now hastens my love as I reveal to her my gentle ways that excite and nourish her every capacity in all mind, body, and soul. I take to her exaggerated lines that press firmly against me with a wet friction that builds between the cold and the heat, tasting and smelling her sweet body that warms my heart to its core. I allow my mind to speak through my gaze as I look into Nadia__ rich brunneous eyes where hints of sable shimmer across the reflection that mirrors her heart.

Yes, let her sleepShe can__ figure out now,not you, don__ speak to herthat she doesn__ feel this heart, anymore.Wind, you too, She can__ figure out nowshe sleeps, sleeps and doesn__ want this heartFour winds and I__ alone, my notes without lucklet her still sleeplet to die as soon as possiblethis soul without love,not you, don__ give itTime pass and don't speaktime pass and don__ tell her

I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day _ the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment _ sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base.

Sometimes in the great soundtrack of our lives there are no words, there are only emotions; I believe this is why God gave us classical music.

Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.

We didn't need light & shade, irony or humor. An iconic Daltrey bellow could convey an extrodinary range of human emotion; withering sadness, self pity, loneliness, abandonment, spiritual desperation, the loss of childhood, as well as the more obvious rage & frustration, joy & triumph.

The mind has the ability to trick the body into believing it is happy and that all is well - the heart however, feels it. And as the saying goes, 'The heart wants what the heart wants'. Anything else just wouldn't do...