feelings

A few minutes later, my eyes began to feel a bit droopy, but I vaguely noticed that Anissa was whispering something.

The lead-up to the moment was magical in every respect, but a part of me was, and still is, uneasy about the whole thing for many reasons.

But then, as I looked in the mirror, I became fixated on some hairs near my carotid artery that were still there. I pushed the blade deep against my neck to shave them off, and then blood squirted out.

My past still haunts me when I sleep, although I saw that - much to my surprise- his does as well.

I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn't dwell on homesickness.

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

hide your feelings, hide you thoughts, hide your self from the world but dont hide you from you cause only you know where you stand & the world's knows nothing

You should not try to live without thinking and feeling, for then you are only a piece of machinery, not a human being. Even if it hurts. Even if the thing you have to think of are sad, think them through; live them through and write or tell me. Only when we completely work through our thinking and feeling do we live a full life. ~From a letter to Diet Eman from Hein Sietsma

This morning I awoke drowning in sadness. Sleepily, I probed my heart looking for a cause.Then, rising from the dream, I took possession of my feelings and gave them back to God - the only Source of my life.And that feeling of sadness - redeemed - becamea deeply felt compassion, a determination to make a difference_.

She__ left him.Without a word. Without a thought. She__ left him and now he hadfeelings.For that alone, he__ never forgive her.

Behind this smile in my faceLies the dark shadow of emptinessHiding from your eyes within my gazeConcealed with sham happiness.

my uncle died.and i don't feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.

Time don't have heart emotions and feelings

You don__ have any control over anyone__ feelings.You can__ make your parents feel proud of you.You can__ make anyone like you.You can__ make anyone love you.You can make it easier for them, by sacrificing your time and energy, but you cannot MAKE THEM, you can only make it easier for them_ and yet again, what have you gained? Nothing. You__e gambling. Putting trust coins into a slot machine hoping that love comes out.

Feelings come and feelings go. There is no need to fear them and no need to crave them. Be open to your feelings and experience them while they are here. Then be open to the feelings that will come next. Your feelings are a part of your experience. Yet no mere feeling, however intense it may seem, is your permanent reality.

Everything hurts until you become good at hurting everything around too.

Adversity tries You Before it tries the rest