My hair was probably a disaster and my shirt was still damp, but I didn’t care. It was funny, I never cared about those things with Oliver. I didn’t worry about how I looked. All that mattered was how I felt.
The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces- those, I think, are the sensations of grief.
Emotion triggers action, good or otherwise
Promises are perhaps made in haste or out of emotions, that is why people do not afford to keep them
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…
It was a little thing, but on top of the other little things, it broke something in me.
The gut is the seat of all feeling. Polluting the gut not only cripples your immune system, but also destroys your sense of empathy, the ability to identify with other humans.
Isn’t it the task of the Holy Spirit to introduce some madness and intoxication into the world? Why this propensity for balance and safety? Don’t we all long for one moment of raw risk, one moment of divine madness?
Liked” was the kiss of death. “Loved” or “hated” interested him. At least the performer had aroused emotion.
False belief is more emotional than true belief