feelings [Theme] Page 302

And for the people with brooms,
Traffic lights, cars, slides.
I didn't see what was outside the Windows,
I looked at your reflection...

Faith is based on feelings, which we perceive and comprehend the world in vision and hearing, touch and taste, and still in the memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we don't believe, we still are unable to follow the path other than the one that they show us. On this road we have to go to the end.

A basic law of life: danger sharpens the senses.

Do as you feel, and you feel like doing.

I want to know that you don't Wake up in the morning and not feel... different.
- I can't promise anything. No one else can.
(I don't know, suddenly one day your feelings will change.
- I can't give guarantees. No one else can.)

Do not need much. If only someone male hand was touching me. I know myself. Just need someone to sleep. Abomination is not an abomination, but man I do not know, everything is better than the one I know well. Between the body, head and I have to be distance. When you suffer, because you always want that it was so.

My love lasts until you remember the taste of the skin in seven places: behind ear, above the collarbone, below the knee and the crook of the elbow, between the shoulder blades, over the buttocks and in the pit near the French bone.

I think I know what I want.
I want to see it in his eyes.
I want his gaze lingered on me, confidently and sincerely, without any admixture of other feelings. No irony, no jokes, no games, no deception. It is difficult to find someone who would be sincere in their feelings.
I don't want it to be lust, just lust. I don't want to have anything to say. I don't want to think about anything, don't want my confusion distracted me. I want absolute silence without sleep to look into his eyes with sincere confidence. And to fall asleep, still staring at them.

To take away a great feeling and make a great feeling is also a talent.

- I'm sorry.
- No, sorry. You don't even know what that means. It is a vestigial word for a feeling you never experienced.

My feelings for you are no longer a secret,
Sopping wet, from the rain, write on glass
About the love that burns in his chest.
Don't go, I'm so afraid to be alone.

... In the human heart there are two contradictory feelings. No person who would not sympathize with the misfortune of one's neighbor. But this is the middle somehow to get better, as it is the feeling that something has been lacking. Slightly exaggerated, it is permissible even to say that there is a desire again to plunge in the middle of this in the same trouble. Immediately appears though passive, and yet the hostility to this neighbor...

- Is it bad to have someone waiting for strong feelings?
- People avoiding a real relationship, understand their severity.
- Why waste life, yet there are no real feelings? The love is there, but while she's away, sex.

Somehow we began to be afraid of big feelings. To be ashamed of this great love. That's starting to replace her small affair, penny day joys, and this, in my opinion, the most terrible that can be, because it mutilates man. He becomes a cynic, a boor, accustomed reckless attitude on everything, not to mention a woman or about love.