feels

We are consciousness playing a game with itself to see how it feels.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew

There are times in one's life when a good book__he right book__eels like a voice speaking in the darkness,reaching out from the past;providing solace when all else seems lost.

We should never let another person get under our skin to the point that we feel hate for them

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.

And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It__ breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that were unshed, but piled up. And the endless supply of hurt, anger, and sadness grew and grew. And now its going to burst out. The tears will empty from the chasm, and fall out as a stream from my blood shot eyes. And the chasm will expand, and expand and it will be too much for my small heart that can only take so much. And my heart will crack in two. But no one will know. No one will know the about the expanding chasms, or the gallons of tears, because I will appear fine on the outside. I will keep pretending. Even though inside I__ crying, and I__ breaking in two.

Everyone has instances or times in life when they feel alone on their journey.

Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.

I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story.

Am I your weakness?""Of course you are.

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

Music is the truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

Music is the only truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

When __ere Comes the Sun_ started, what happened? No, the sun didn__ come out, but Mom opened up like the sun breaking through the clouds. You know how in the first few notes of that song, there__ something about George__ guitar that__ just so hopeful? It was like when Mom sang, she was full of hope, too. She even got the irregular clapping right during the guitar solo. When the song was over, she paused it.__h, Bee,_ she said. __his song reminds me of you._ She had tears in her eyes.

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.

I feel your words on my lipsand feel your mood in my hips

If a child is loved, he feels worthy of love in the future

A man with a victim mentality feels like being a victim who is complaining and crying all the time