Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Life seemed so simple and joyous when I was growing up.
There was no way to laugh anymore, to love, to care, and there was a sense of guilt in having survived when others had been killed. I turned into a worse workaholic than I had already been by trying to work myself into the ground.
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
After a sound drubbing followed by half a day's fasting, I felt more like laughing than like crying; and, in half a while, all was forgotten and my wickedness began afresh and worse than ever.
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
I saw the excitement, going to different places, being able to explore emotion in a healthy way.