Irena Sendler never thought of herself as a hero. She only did what she felt she must, and wished she could have done more.
It is in the imperceptible space between that which touches and that which is touched that one body can be felt, no matter how closely, to be different from another.
He felt teenage rejection overcoming him like a childhood virus that lies dormant, then attacks the unsuspecting adult. It would never be something he would get used to.
Each year the world Rich lived in felt more and more like a huge electronic haunted house in which digital ghosts and frightened human beings lived in uneasy coexistence.
All I knew now was that nothing lasted forever, not even a friendship, and that being "different" felt the same as being alone.
Never in my life had I felt so tangibly and with such astonishment that hate, by passing successively through comprehension, mercy, and sympathy, can be transformed into love.
I felt like the sky around me was closing me in. Trapping me in some sort of bubble where time stands still and grief would linger on forever.
She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.
They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.
There was still no likelihood that we could make a living from dance. We were doing it because we loved it... We realized how full we felt; we were surrounded by music and dancing and joy.
I glanced into his emerald green eyes and felt the depth of my feelings unravel. If anything, my feelings were stronger because my heart longed to be with him.
My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.
As Wendy watched them they burst into a chord of tinkling, girlish laughter. She felt a smile touch her own lips; not one of them could be under sixty.
I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.
She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more
Some men simply refuse to appear insulted. But then, having felt the sting from the slap on their cheek, know just where to slip the knife, their smile never fading.
I felt held hostage by her illness and by the backward mental health system that once again was incapable of helping our family in crisis.
There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.
Smartass Disciple: I've been searching for so long.I still can't find the truth. Master of Stupidity: Until you've lost and felt desperate, you won't be found.
So that when you found your Jake Andrews, you would know. You would know what it felt like to stand in front of your forever
It was different than all the rest because I say it was. I felt it was.
