Gennady: [effects of NZT-48 take their toll on Gennady] I feel good, man!
The world is right because I feel good. p. 83, Awareness, copyright 1990
Bert: Uncle Albert, I got a jolly joke I saved for just such an occasion. Would you like to hear it? Uncle Albert: [sobbing] I'd be so grateful. Bert: Well it's about me granddad, see, and one night he has a nightmare. He was so scared, he chewed his...
There never was a moment in my life, when I felt so in the Presence, as I do now. I feel as if the Almighty were so real, and so near, that I could reach out and touch Him, as I could this wonderful work of His, if I dared. I feel like saying to Him:...
Whatever I feel, I say frankly.
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
I feel so good singing songs that I sang with my father.
Sometimes I feel I'm living a meaningless life, and I get frightened.
The stage is where I feel most comfortable, and I miss it all the time.
I have my Lucky Charms in the morning, and I feel magical.
I feel weird when I go to the movies and everybody's faces are perfect.
There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.
I feel very lucky because I get to work in so many different areas of fashion.
I feel I should never do passive characters. They don't work for me.
When I work out, I feel happy, confident, and accomplished.
I feel lucky that I got to work with some of the big legends in town.
The only reason I didn’t feel like a complete fool was because the failure left me feeling incomplete.
I don't see much future for the Americans ... it's a decayed country. And they have their racial problem, and the problem of social inequalities ... my feelings against Americanism are feelings of hatred and deep repugnance ... everything about the b...
Starting over can be the scariest thing in the entire world, whether it’s leaving a lover, a school, a team, a friend or anything else that feels like a core part of our identity but when your gut is telling you that something here isn’t right or...
The truth is, most of the genuinely tragic episodes of lost food are things that are somewhat outside the reach of the home cook, even a home cook like me who has been known to overreach from time to time.
The air felt thick with the feeling between us, like it was filling the room: a room full of our carnal heat, our hot desire for each other. Both my hands were clenched on the tablecloth, bunching it tightly, as he continued to swipe the belt against...
