Alex felt the words wash over him. He had the strange fantasy the things were seeking places within him to lay their young.
He felt it deep, like a stone too big to heft out of the garden. He just had to how around it and make do.
For thirty minutes I sat back and felt the glimmer of pride that historically precedes the most catastrophic falls.
I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.
It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.
Alarm clocks, I felt, were nothing more than a plague rained down by an evil force, possibly even Lucifer himself.
I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once
They took a deep draught of the air, and felt that a skip and a few stout strides would bear them wherever they wished.
Those two were so in love and sugary sweet with each other that I felt like brushing my teeth after being around them.
Happiness is the pleasantest of emotions; because of this, it is the most dangerous. Having once felt happiness, one will do anything to maintain it, and losing it, one will grieve.
Ivypool felt her mouth drop open "Hollyleaf? But...you you're dead!" "Obviously not," the newcomer replied with an edge to her voice.
But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.
In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.
Two main definitions of a true leader; His presence is noticed and his absence is felt...!
A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. "I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
Arthur blinked at the screens and felt he was missing something important. Suddenly he realized what it was. "Is there any tea on this spaceship?" he asked.
Happiness is so nonsynonymous with joy or pleasure that it is not infrequently sought and felt in grief and deprivation.
All this sea of humanity reassured me that as alien as i felt, there were always others in the world far odder than I
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.
This particular book felt familiar, like an old friend. The characters drew me into their world, and I blocked out mine for the rest of the afternoon.
