God seems to be about turning our loves around and using them toward the great love that is their true object.
Richard RohrTags: passion emotion desire idolatry regeneration
The problem isn't who is in charge. It's what is in charge. The problem is that people are encouraged to function as machines. Or, actually, as mechanisms. Human emotion and sympathy are unprofessional. They are inappropriate to the exercise of reason. Everything which makes people good - makes them human - is ruled out. The system doesn't care about people, but we treat it as if it were one of us, as if it were the sum of our goods and not the product of our least admirable compromises.
Nick HarkawayTags: power morality humanity people emotion logic corporations machines system
It doesn't seem right to throw dirt at you when you're dead...
Sharon SantTags: emotion ghosts paranormal-ya gritty
I’m fading, Bethany, I know it. I think that’s what happened to my dad, that’s why I can’t see him. One day I’ll be so see-through that you’ll forget I was ever here, just like everyone else has.
Sharon SantTags: emotion ghosts paranormal-ya gritty
Explaining how much I you is like explaining how the water tastes from the drops of the rain
Chief Justice Moalusi TlotloTags: love nature emotion possibility feeling
Dave once asked me what blind people dream about. Mostly in sound and feeling, I replied. At night I fall in love with a voice, and then wake to a feeling of physical loss. Sometimes I close my eyes to a chorus of “Happy Birthday!” The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that’s too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father’s boat and the snore of the mast; the rough fabric of the safety harness and the rip of Velcro. The sun on my legs. And endless stretch of water impossible to imagine.
Simon Van BooyTags: memory emotion feeling blindness sound
People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.
Laurell K. HamiltonEmotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.
Simona PanovaTags: fear life love romantic dramatic romance relationships live living secret danger emotion control drama play feelings acting feeling suspense obsession hidden gothic young-adult pretend relationship afraid masks dangerous mask act hide feel emotional adorable hiding forbidden actor adore scared pretending behind loved secretive gothic-romance affect goth freya affectionate cardew adored forbid emotionless interfere obsessive
I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.
Simona PanovaTags: strength romantic strong dramatic romance weak weakness theater emotion alone control drama self-image play feelings acting suspense theatre lonely gothic always young-adult audience pretend postmodern masks mask postmodernism hide feel fake emotional hiding forbidden demand actor actress pretending gothic-romance goth demanding forbid emotionless young-adult-gothic-romance exact exacting feelless stern
Can I touch you?”
His lashes closed, resting on the tops of his tanned, sculpted cheeks as his smile grew broad. “You don’t have to ask.” I reached out immediately but paused within inches of contact. He must’ve sensed my hesitation because he reopened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I swallowed, utterly overwhelmed. “I don’t know where to start.”
Mason’s gaze warmed . He wrapped strong warm fingers around my wrist and drew my palm forward, leading me where he wanted my hand to follow. When he set it on the center of his chest, right over his heart and pressed my flesh to his as if fingerprinting my soul to his. I blinked back gratified tears.
“Start here. No one’s ever touched me here before.
Tags: love emotion tenderness
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