We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
God breathes through us so completely... so gently we hardly feel it... yet, it is our everything.
You have a physical human reaction to something that another human being made. When you remove the human from it, and you chop it up, make it all perfect, you have a different reaction. Something is not there. You can feel it when it's there.
Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.
We have first raised a dust and then complain we cannot see.
There is a vast difference between how things seem from the outside and how they feel on the inside.
What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.
Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.
I've always had this feeling wherever I go. Of not feeling fully part of things, not fully accepted, not fully inside of something.
Watch my dust.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.