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I tried to answer them and smile, but my heart was buried under solidified lava.

You will die with a hole in her breast. Is that not what you sought all this time?

It killed all the feeling and began to point a finger at him: "what a hard-hearted man!"

Ripples on the surface of the lake even, but the puddles of melt water on top of a huge glacier - that was like his feelings and emotions.

Desensitized to everything, wanting only consolations of Vice, Dorian gray, a man with a defiled imagination, and rebellious soul, hurried forward...

I don't know how to stretch the arms forward, I can't touch things. However, when anything I touch, you feel nothing.

Alas! I thought that was high, noble feelings. But I didn't think about the fact, how petty and low I was to go to Joe's, I knew that she would have treated him with contempt. Only one day has passed since then, as Joe brought me tears; they are quickly dried, God forgive me, God, too fast!

People is biting beasts, a race running to the watering hole. Some are quicker than others, that's all.

More importantly, to broaden their horizons or to show feelings? Maybe even the question itself is invalid because you have feelings there. Likely, if you suppress them and live solely by logic, it is possible to become an outstanding useful person, but you will remain alone and be useless.

A real scientist is obliged to refuse the senses. Feelings lead to tragedy.

I'm tired, Arabella. My house is not found comfort.
My house is empty without you, my house is without a roof,
When you're not. And I can't hear a damn -
Remarks or words. Don't feel if you hit.

At that moment I first truly realized how far in I moved the process of ossification: I glided through life, like a fast current mirror the water, never stopping, not letting the roots, and knew very well that this cold is something of the dead man's body - though still without the putrid smell of decay, but this spiritual rigor, the terrible, icy numbness, as if already anticipated true, visible death.

He was one of those, for whom there is no love, no women. He who has endured, in a single moment of life to love and to be loved, he, who so fully knew the depth of feelings, experienced more desire to look for something that it itself has fallen into the immature, pliable, timid hand. He has traveled to many countries - one of those unflappable, proper Britons, whom the rumor often called unfeeling because they are so silent and their gaze calmly slides past women's faces and women's smiles. And no one realizes that, perhaps, they are in the shower pictures, forever chained to their internal sight that the memory of past burns in their blood, as the inextinguishable lamp before the image of Madonna...

The only two known her feelings were barely noticeable obscuration of the soul, when approaching a monthly migraine, and barely perceptible brightening of the soul when a migraine took place. And felt nothing more alive this dying woman.