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Farting, don't think, just fart.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
You pout like a trout in a drought ... can't get out.
You want to scream, but fish can't shout.
I am leaking letters and dripping verbs and bathing myself in the actions they long to take.
The still small voice of gratitude.
water wants to flow,
A squee is a spontaneous expression of delight. SQUEE!
crying, and go in the toilet bowl
Through embrace we flow.Wanting,Longing for happiness to flow
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
A lonely impulse of delight
You seek up an emotion and your cup is overflowing,
you seek up an emotion sometimes your well is dry
The amazing feeling that triggers the fountain of words that flow in my belly.
Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.
Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness.
exasperating composure.
Jesus's bloody tears.
He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself.
When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.
A whizzpopper!" cried the BFG, beaming at her. "Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping if forbidden among human beans?
He scrambled to grab a hose and pointed it at us. A pathetic stream of water trickled out.
What are you going to do? Giguhl said. Moisten us?
Thrilling to the sensation of hard, teeming flesh.
Quite without warning, I began to cry. No sobbing, no throat-gripping spasms. Water simply welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, slow as cold honey. A quiet acknowledgment of despair as things spiraled slowly out of control.
Feeling so gay, feeling so gay.
And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.
Grudging praise is the most flattering of all.
the simultaneous popping of all the bubbles of joy that have been hidden among the cells of his body. The
Needing to express what it's like here ... / Trying to digest the incoming stream ... / And dream it all over again.
Abundance flourishes in a grateful heart; gratutude is the secret of love.
and braying multitudes of wild asses. The
No one thinks you're a flower Vane. We've all smelled you after training.
-Gus, Let the Storm Break
Weeping ... betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.
Keeping a smile on your lips even when you're on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for those who show their feelings.
Fountains of inconvenient feeling - and toward the frantic enticements of
Extraordinary effervescence exists within you, waiting to be tapped.
Surrender to the flow.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
There's something dripping in my head.
(Pause.)
A heart, a heart in my head.
Sometimes, Gus didn't understand how he found himself in the situations that he did. Even if he was the common denominator, he obviously was not at fault. There had to be some other cosmic power that lorded over him. That made sense. Well, a lot of things made sense now that he was high.
There is so much good. So much grace. So much pouring into the river. A quiet water, this river of grace. Its work done in ways that do not seek attention. Yet it is there. Always there. A
There it was: suddenly, the tension of keeping up her appearances fell from her. Something flowed out of him physically, that made her feel inwardly at ease and happy, at home. With a woman's now alert instinct for happiness, she registered it at once. 'I'm happy when he's there!' Not
Tender pauses speak
The overflow of gladness,
When words are all too weak.
ruins." A flush spread up
Do you wanna see something swell?
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world ...
Lepidopterists give the noun a gerund's push toward the verb, and say that butterflies are nectaring ...
Be a burst of joy.
You cut yourself off from the supply of awesomeness when you are not in a state of gratitude.
I am overflowing with words I do not have.
...a gallon of condescension, upon everybody...
It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.
Tears impress no one. But, oh yeah, there's no one here to impress. So I go ahead and let tears fall. Rain. Storm. Flood. My pillow soaks with the salt of regret, and I rest my head against it ...
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
It is, in the imagination of combat's fans, the divinely listless loveplay that follows the orgasm of victory. It is called 'mopping up.
It is a proof of boorishness to confer a favor with a bad grace; it is the act of giving that is hard and painful. How little does a smile cost?
affectionate exasperated breath I knew
Are you crying?"
"Only a little."
"Why?"
"Generalized sadness.
How beautiful it is to excel, and the goodness of giving from your heart.
When it waynes, it pours.
I ... overflow; my desires have invented new desire, my body knows unheard-of-songs. Time and again ... I have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst - burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune.
Gibbering case of Oh, Shit! I believe that's a bona fide psychological term; if it isn't, it should be.
Making love with his ego.
Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst.
I'm pouring my guts out so they can feel like your guts at the same time.
I'm awash in self-contempt!
Gratitude is continuous stream of goodness.
You should have asked me! You should have asked me!" I hated the tears that suddenly flooded my eyes and how my throat closed and choked me. I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less."
p. 501 Bee to Fitz
Human kindness is like a defective tap, the first gush may be impressive but the stream soon dries up.
Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure. I know that I'm selling my soul to him at this very moment.
Watching me, judging me, smelling the crippling failure oozing from my skin, my desperation clawing and all-consuming panic drenching me as I gape in horror at the world and wonder why everyone is smiling and looking at me with secret knowledge of my aching shame.
The streams of salt water continued to flow freely from my eyes and over my cheeks.
"There's a female approaching," David warned.
"Stop crying."
"I can't," I whimpered.
glassblowing?" Noah shook his head. "My
My good now flows to me in a steady, unbroken, ever-increasing stream of success, happiness and abundance.
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.
Two tears in a bucket; motherfuck it." I
Love is quivering happiness.
A complaining tongue reveals an ungrateful heart.
I could feel the tears streaming down my face - in some kind of frenzied competition with the rain. At first, I tried to brush the tears away, but I finally let them take their course, unabated.
How we flounder when emotion overtakes us.
Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washedand refreshed the entire wood, had dowered it in poignant transparency, the unique, inconsolable quality of rainy countries, as if all was glimpsed through tears.
The satisfaction of a special Pninian craving.
A mighty stream of tendency.
Shoveling food into his mouth. Thoughts came fluently, cogently:
Maybe it's gratitude affection.
I don't like to sit back and gloat, because the world is fragile. Life is fragile, so I never really gloat.
He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.
Frowning, I glazed
Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
You know, when children are silent and proud, and they try to keep back their tears when they are in great trouble and suddenly break down, their tears fall in streams.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
Hugging and smiling is addictive
Joy of giving, joy of receiving.
smiling a smile full of things restrained
G'deveingReadingfestival!
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. This
BENEVOLENCE - When the sobbing of SELF PITY crosses over into the WEEPING FOR MANKIND