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Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.
Suffering is when we resist the moment.
The quivering
of Psyche's butterflies.
Nothing could be more heart rending than this mute and motionless dispair
the left hand trembling in an eternal so-so.
When you rest in the weakness of your heart, your being moves and your self becomes quieted.
Feeling. I didn't want to feel.
When you win, don't swagger. When you lose, don't sulk.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Taking my faltering as a sign of imminent emotional breakdown.
Why are you crying?"
"I was reading.
I very often used to get backaches due to the fact that I was wrong. Whenever you are wrong you have to fight or [take] flight. When [I] make the decision, the backache goes away.
There's no anger, no sadness. Just composure.
his heart going hard.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
Why are you crying, Fireheart?
Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.
Tears are words waiting to be spoken
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
Winning isn't as sweet if you don't see an enemy cry. But remember, losers wail loud no matter what.
Fear is a hurdle that stops the expression
My dignified weeping gives way to full-on ugliness, my mouth open and my face contorted and sounds like a dying animal coming from my throat.
How we flounder when emotion overtakes us.
Cowardly thoughts, anxious hesitation, Womanish timidity, timorous complaints Won't keep misery away from you And will not set you free.
If only smiling wasn't such a drain.
bliss. Practicing
One becomes vulnerable when one stops to think about winning, losing, taking advantage, impressing or disregarding the opponent. When the mind stops, even for a single instant, the body freezes, and free, fluid movement is lost.
Even those who never frown eventually break down.
I hear my silence talked of in every lane;
The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.
What heart can think, or tongue express, The harm that groweth of idleness?
You are frowning. Why?' 'Well, I've already killed a god today,' Iron Bars said. 'If I'd known this was going to be a day for killing gods, I might have paced myself better.
In rising sighs and falling tears.
Without acting, I cannot breathe.
Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.
While I looked, I thought myself happy, and was surprised to find myself ere long weeping
and why?
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
I was supposed to act breezy, but my fingertips are shaking, and my heart won't stop its rapid beating.
I'm giving in. I cannot cave.
Frustration was my constant companion. I wanted to scream. What the he-eck are we supposed to do now? I asked Fang.
He looked at me, and I could tell he was mulling over the problem. He held out a small waxed-paper bag.
Peanut?
I felt my weakness; I knew my smallness. Being raised under anger, the voice of a child is lost.
The moment when the battle ends is not always a happy one: to fret and strain against evil is an act itself dear to a hearty spirit with convictions.
Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.
Her heart suffers
Smiling too brightly,
Whining and panting beneath
It's a closing of the mind that happens when you want to be lazy and go with the easiest answers, like the media do all the time in their sound bytes.
I listened to the whine in my voice with a detached fascination. It was a false question. No answer would have pacified me. I had simply given in to a perverse need to ask, to expose and torment myself, and as soon as I heard the words, I experienced both relief and humiliation.
Embracing the torture, as I'm assaulted by my own thoughts. Like a locust giving birth to earworms. Eeeeew!
I hate the moment when suddenly my anger turns into tears
I'm so tired of crying.
I'm so tired of losing.
I'm just so tired.
he feels his breath abandon him;
Frowning, I glazed
Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.
When we lose our tolerance for vulnerability, joy becomes foreboding.
Another sigh came from the window
quite a resigned sigh. 'She's life and hope and happiness, my whole world now.' He felt the quiver of a tear on his eyelid.
I put all my sighs in a lockbox
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity
Calm of mind, all passion spent.
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. This
As actors, we need a moment to take a breath and have a moment of slowness.
You're pouting. Pouting is not allowed. It's too cute.
You would think,' Aedan said, 'that I'd feel good about this-I've grown while he, my old enemy, has shrunk. Yet all I feel is a terrible ache. I pity him, that he has been called by age to surrender his strength.
vociferating optimism.
Feel the victory inside you.
If I'm jetlagging, and I've missed some meals, and it gets to that point in a movie that you're supposed to cry, I'll let my defences down from around my inherent standing level of cynicism, and I'll cry.
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.
MORE THAN ONCE I'VE AWAKENED WITH
TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY CHEEKS.
I HAVE HAD TO THINK WHETHER
I WAS CRYING OR WHETHER IT
IS INVOLUNTARY, LIKE DROOLING.
Crying is not an option.
Watching previous figure skaters, I always wondered why they cried after their performance.
We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep - Blindness
I'm sick of seeing my teammates cry...!!" ~ Taiga Kagami
about to turn to frustration,
Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.
Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.
Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between your legs.
Please don't let us lose this. Breathing
That feeling when you know you're being fought for.
Are you crying?" "No, it's raining, but only on my face.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
When sighs are hypnotized by sorrow
Happy moments you need to borrow
From a little child or from a bird
Who has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!
eyes slowly, carefully, afraid of the
When faced with emotional pain, I become still for hours, sometimes days, doing absolutely nothing. It helps me get to the truest source of my suffering.
Their heart grew cold
they let their wings down
ennui - that dreaded mire of the human emotions.
He felt at his face, wondering what the hot dampness was. For a moment he thought he was bleeding. Swearing under his breath, he pushed the tears away, vowing that they would be the last he ever shed. Strength, not weakness, was what he needed from this day forward.
Anger... agony... so familiar emotions.
How silent the unbeating heart.
She's shaking like a shitting dog," Riley says.
I look up at her and her hands that hang awkwardly at her sides and see her fingers trembling. "Yeah," I agree, "she is."
"She'll be shaking like a shitting dog when I'm done wither her," he says...
You have to accept both losing and winning well. I've stayed calm when I'm winning and I've stayed calm when I've lost.
Losing composure is pointless.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
I am hurting. The tears don't come anymore. They don't have the guts to anymore. I know that if I fail at that, it will mean the death of me.
Or the quaking misgivings that infected every step forward, after a loss.
Bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no,
not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it was naked fear
that had seized him, and in admitting it he grew calmer and his thoughts clearer
Resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.
When the heartstrings, which contentment has silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by some hand, however rough, even if it should break them;
I'm not weeping, I'm not complaining,
Happiness is not for me.
I have the same feeling I get right before I start crying.
Frustration, too evident in the cement clench of his jaw.
Distance, the ethereal detached from the flesh and bone.
Impatience, in the soft thrum of his heel as we sit in silence.
Anger falling asleep at the heart
Sudden glory is the passion which maketh those grimaces called laughter.