“Only--but this is rare-- When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd-- A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. A man becomes aware of his life's flow, And hears its winding murmur; and he sees The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.” KnowsMenWorldHeartMeanFeelingsHandsEyeLyingLostVoiceHoursSunClearShotsFlowEarsBelovedToneBreastsOur WorldInwardBreezePulseMeadowsBoltsCaressJadedGlare Book:Dover Beach and Other Poems Source: Dover Beach and Other Poems
“The last man! Yes I may well describe that solitary being's feelings, feeling myself as the last relic of a beloved race, my companions extinct before me.” MenWellsMayFeelingsLastsRaceBelovedCompanionSolitaryRelics Author:Mary Wollstonecraft
“Retirement revives the sorrow of parting, the feeling of abandonment, solitude and uselessness that is caused by the loss of some beloved person.” PersonsFeelingsLossSorrowSolitudeBelovedRetirementAbandonmentPartingReviveUselessnessBeloved Person Book:La vieillesse Source: La vieillesse
“Our life is so short that every time I see my children, I enjoy them as much as I can. Whenever I can, I enjoy my beloved, my family, my friends, my apprentices. But mainly I enjoy myself, because I am with myself all the time. Why should I spend my precious time with myself judging myself, rejecting myself, creating guilt and shame? Why should I push myself to be angry or jealous? If I don't feel good emotionally, I find out what is causing it and I fix it. Then I can recover my happiness and keep going with my story.” IfsFeelsShouldChildrenI CanStoriesFeelingsHappinessLife IsTimeEnjoyFamilyOur LivesJudgingFriendsCreatingMy FriendsMy FamilyShameAngryGuiltFeel GoodJealousyMy ChildrenBelovedKeep GoingJealousShould IGood FriendRejectingApprenticeLife Is So ShortPrecious TimeJudging Myself Author:Miguel Angel Ruiz