feelings

See life and feel its pulses with the eyes of a compassionate mother.

Let those feelings out. Talk about it. Even if you__e talking to your journal by yourself in an empty room. That still counts. That still matters.If you know someone who__ struggling and isolated, help them talk about it. Even if they don__ have the right words. Even if you sit in silence as they try to feel safe. Even if they shower you with complaints, excuses, and justifications. Even if you can see they__e just playing small, being irrational, blaming circumstances. Just be there. It all counts. It all matters.

The exaggerated dopamine sensitivity of the introvert leads one to believe that when in public, introverts, regardless of its validity, often feel to be the center of (unwanted) attention hence rarely craving attention. Extroverts, on the other hand, seem to never get enough attention. So on the flip side it seems as though the introvert is in a sense very external and the extrovert is in a sense very internal - the introvert constantly feels too much 'outerness' while the extrovert doesn't feel enough 'outerness'.

Your tears for others will float you closer toward God.

Happiness has its source in positive feelings, while joy has its source in Jesus.

The love and compassion of Jesus christ is not understood and felt by devils.

Art is a deception that creates real emotions - a lie that creates a truth. And when you give yourself over to that deception, it becomes magic.

Not one word was said by Moses or Aaron as to the wickedness of depriving a human being of his liberty. Not a word was said in favor of liberty. Not the slightest intimation that a human being was justly entitled to the product of his own labor. Not a word about the cruelty of masters who would destroy even the babes of slave mothers. It seems to me wonderful that this God did not tell the king of Egypt that no nation could enslave another, without also enslaving itself; that it was impossible to put a chain around the limbs of a slave, without putting manacles upon the brain of the master. Why did he not tell him that a nation founded upon slavery could not stand? Instead of declaring these things, instead of appealing to justice, to mercy and to liberty, he resorted to feats of jugglery. Suppose we wished to make a treaty with a barbarous nation, and the president should employ a sleight-of-hand performer as envoy extraordinary, and instruct him, that when he came into the presence of the savage monarch, he should cast down an umbrella or a walking stick, which would change into a lizard or a turtle; what would we think? Would we not regard such a performance as beneath the dignity even of a president? And what would be our feelings if the savage king sent for his sorcerers and had them perform the same feat? If such things would appear puerile and foolish in the president of a great republic, what shall be said when they were resorted to by the creator of all worlds? How small, how contemptible such a God appears!

Sitting at the old patio table she__ cleared of leaves, she smiled and leaned back. The stars looked twisted in the limbs of the trees, like Christmas lights. She felt like part of the hollow around her was filling. She__ come here with too many expectations.

I was right when I said a very long time ago that our age would leave few living documents behind it: it was rare for anyone to keep a diary, letters were short and businesslike--"I'm alive and well"--and few memoirs were written. There are many reasons for this. Let me mention just one, not perhaps recognized by everybody: we were too often at loggerheads with our own past to give it proper thought. Within the half-century, our ideas on people and events have changed many times; conversations were broken off in mid-sentence; thoughts and feelings could not but be affected by circumstances.

Make someone feel something and you will never be forgotten.

I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than just in their head.

If you want to be able to recall everything and anything in detail,then you need to be strong enough to feel all bad memories as well.

My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

Everything is in you, Sad, Joy, Mercy... Those you think of, you feel... when you feel, you act... So be wise in thinking....

Most people spend their lives doing one of two things to their emotions: numbing or venting. Self-loving people do something very different__hey accept each emotion as a piece of communication and they try to decode it. This way, emotions can become important guideposts on the journey of self-discovery, rather than annoying roadblocks.

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.