“The neuroscientist Joseph LeDoux has shown that the same neural mechanisms mediate the fear response in all sorts of animals, from pigeons and rats to cats and humans. The idea that other animals experience similar emotions to us is not anthropomorphism: it is based on sound scientific evidence.”
Source: A brief introduction to emotions
“The letter is too belligerent. If I were you, I would state the facts as they were, without the pepper and salt. Abraham Lincoln”
Source: Lincoln and the Power of the Press: The War for Public Opinion
“Until the coming of another day of fear, they walked in silence with bowed heads.”
Source: The Two Towers
“Ah, I love this; I love...your mouth on me.” He feels so good. Ah. His fingers replace his tongue. My emotions bubble up to the surface, screaming for release. I want to tell him how I feel. My eyes gloss with tears. I love him. I love you. I love you. Alex, I love you.”
Source: The Swallow
“A silence overtook the odd family in their odd surroundings as loss became the mockery of the moment, and they were caught up in the emotional release that is common in a theater audience after the sudden ending of a tragic movie; the curtain closes and the people are still in their seats, numb and sighing their way back into reality.”
Source: Monarchs and Mendicants
“Public sentiment is everything, said Lincoln. With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.”
Source: Lincoln and the Power of the Press: The War for Public Opinion
“His targets had little in common, other than that they had somehow aroused his enmity.”
Source: Lincoln and the Power of the Press: The War for Public Opinion
“All philosophers are sick in the head.”
“Chronicling future appeasing Prime Minister Joseph Chamberlain's rise to Parliament from first-generation commercial interests rather than the aristocracy, the author diagnoses even then that he had no center outside himself.”
Source: The Proud Tower: A Portrait of the World Before the War, 1890-1914
“I harken to the call of my heart, embracing the depth that flows liquid ambered and animal soft within my cells.
The dark abyss of denial has always been a poor mans trade for the guiding light of emotional wisdom.
This crust of mortal skin is baptised with tear streaked holy waters. I rise to my heart with an uncommon courage and wade soul deep.
Tissue thin ripples of redemption drift across the pain towards my future self, bathing me in hope. I rise and step closer to all that I AM.
Kristin Granger”