#fee

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#empathy #expectations #expression #faithfulness #feeling

Kucheza muziki si lazima utingishe mwili kama mwendawazimu. Unaweza kucheza kwa hisia. ↗

— Enock Maregesi

#feeling #music #psychosis #music

Music is a second language to my heart. ↗

— Mara Arps

#heart #music #power-of-music #music

It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself.” “It helps—” “No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze.” “But I need—” “You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on.” “You make it sound so easy.” Bitterness drips from each syllable. “It’s not. It’s the fucking hardest thing a person can do.” I smooth a damp strand out of her face and away from my mouth. “It’s the hardest fucking thing. It’s why we drink and do drugs and fight. It’s why I play music and build engines. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#colton #cope #coping #cutting #drinking

The relationship between a perfect cup of coffee and a writer is just like the couple who always standby and feel proud of being committed to each other. ↗

— Himmilicious

#writers #relationship

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#poetry #nature

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings. ↗

— Albert Camus

#nature

When you're young, you say what you feel. When you're adult, you speak what you think. When you grow old, you listen to what nature says. ↗

— Toba Beta

#feel #listen #old #think #young

No man stops caring as long as he breathes. As long as he has a mind and memory, he will care. This is what separates us from the animals. We have feelings. ↗

— F. Sionil José

#feelings #human-nature #nature

Would you buy potato chips that listed potato by-product or potato digest as an ingredient ↗

— Michelle T. Bernard

#humor #natural #raw-feeding #nature