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The Ghost Clause

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“~ Feel what you feel ~ Feel vulnerable, anxious, angry, sad, empty, isolated , scared, insecure, jealous, helpless, guilty, betrayed.. It is absolutely okay to feel what you feel. We all have lost ourselves in the emotional storm ; at some point in life. Don’t wait for someone to lift you;be your own Saviour. Know that these emotions are temporary, not going to last for long. This too shall pass!”

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“Not an emotional person? That's pretty much all he is! Maybe she talks a lot about her feelings, but he's entirely governed by his, that's the difference. But that's what makes him a good fireman, and a good dad too, and it was his emotions she fell in love with. And it's emotions that have made their sons good hockey players and their daughter a fantastic figure skater, because you can't get good at a sport if you're not sensitive enough for it to mean everything to you, if you don't take every setback personally, if every loss doesn't feel like dying.”

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Book:The Winners
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“By imagining ourselves as rational beings, we welcome vulnerable to malformed affections and habits. When we deny the reality of our social modes of reasoning, we become caught up in mindless swarms: trying to become a community of rational thinkers, we become a swarm of atomized, emoters.”

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Book:Reading the Times: A Literary and Theological Inquiry into the News
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“Come up into the hills, O my young love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as first I knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew, bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went glistening in your hair, and from the hill we could have put a finger on a star. Where is the day that melted into one rich noise? Where the music of your flesh, the rhyme of your teeth, the dainty languor of your legs, your small firm arms, your slender fingers, to be bitten like an apple, and the little cherry-teats of your white breasts? And where are all the tiny wires of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this loveliness. You who were made for music, will hear music no more: in your dark house the winds are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that marriage that we did not foresee, return not into life, but into magic, where we have never died, into the enchanted wood, where we still life, strewn on the grass. Come up into the hills, O my young love: return. O lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again.”

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Book:Look Homeward, Angel
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