feelings

You can__ truly heal from a loss until you allow yourself to really FEEL the loss.

If someone doesn't care to accept you, respect you, believe in you, don't hesitate to move on and let them go. There are many who love and appreciate you just the way you are.

Positive feelings come from being honest about yourself and accepting your personality, and physical characteristics, warts and all; and, from belonging to a family that accepts you without question.

As an artist, i live in fantasy and flirt with reality. I'm an emotional magician of sorts. I paint my feelings onto the abstract canvas of a waking dream. I suspend my concepts in the ether's of otherworldly realms. This is the way my existence has always been. I am untethered, a traveler between worlds. I sinuously slip in and out of the real and surreal, until, they are one and the same. I do not like being shackled or chained, to the physical plane.

Sometimes, falling back on or using an old method or habit, is like sliding into a pair of worn running shoes and a corset. Doesn't make sense to others, but it's not for them. It's what keeps you together, what keeps you going.

When you are committed to live your life being true to yourself, you need to free your feelings in order to experience all that life has to offer. If you try to control your feelings, there is no doubt that the life you are living is merely a lie.

The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.

Feelings are real. They often become one__ reality. But they are not always based on truth.

Built on the insubstantial foundation of our feelings, the life we had created together seemed a figment of our imaginations that dissolved into fairy dust in the face of something real, and deadly, like cancer.

Sometimes love them more than you, but just make sure you love yourself too.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

We live with this tortured feeling that we must create that which in reality we have the privilege of finding.

The deeper reality is that I__ not sure if what I do is real. I usually believe that I__ certain about how I feel, but that seems naive. How do we know how we feel?_There is almost certainly a constructed schism between (a) how I feel, and (b) how I think I feel. There__ probably a third level, too__ow I want to think I feel.

Do you imagine the universe is agitated? Go into the desert at night and look at the stars. This practice should answer the question.

You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil"His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness "had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers

He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man. He had lived on those moments ever since, pulled them to the fore when loneliness threatened to suck him down and drown him

Love is an admiration that comes with patience. Lust is an admiration that comes with impatience. In all, admiration is common but patience is not!

Beside her I felt grey, like she had all the colours I'd ever need.