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Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones. ↗
#emotions #keith-richards #language #music #the-rolling-stones
Artists shouldn't wait until they are told what their art should be, they shouldn't follow trends or allow other people to influence their work, an artist should only create from the strongest emotions within their heart ↗
#creativity #emotions #freedom-of-expression #trends #writing
Let me in, Emily, and I swear to you that you'll never regret it.” Ethan Sterling in Private Emotions ↗
#elize-amornette #elize-amornette-author #private-emotions-trilogy #romance-book #romance-novel-books
The bridge is said to bestow good luck on lovers who share a kiss right where we are standing. Ethan Sterling - Private Emotions ↗
#books-romance #elize-amornette #elize-amornette-author #erotic-short-stories #paranormal-romance
Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. ↗
Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) - how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at see, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us. Catastrophe has become art; but this is no reducing process. It is freeing, enlarging, explaining. Catastrophe has become art: that is, after all, what it is for. ↗
PTSD is a whole-body tragedy, an integral human event of enormous proportions with massive repercussions. ↗
