I hate this girl so much!
Something weird is happening to me. My chest is sore, and my eyes feel immense pressure, and they’re… wet. I think I might be crying for the first time in my life.
She opens the door, but I rush in front of her, blocking her exit as I drop to my knees and grab her hands. “Olivia,” I whisper clearly. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay with me.”
Her sadness is all over her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the one breaking her heart, her eyes following a tear as it slides down my cheek.
“Please,” I beg. “Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—”
Olivia doesn’t tell me she loves me back, or that she’ll stay. She just gives me a warm smile and pulls her hand away before squeezing past me.
The moonlight makes his eyelashes glitter... His face just after he's cried. I'm probably the only one who's seen his face like this. I'm the only one he's shown it to. I wonder maybe a confession is something you do in moments like this?
Understanding how the limbic system’s freeze, flight, and fight responses influence nonverbal behavior is only part of the equation. As you study nonverbal behavior, you will discover that whenever there is a limbic response—especially to a negative or threatening experience—it will be followed by what I call pacifying behaviors (Navarro, 2007,
- I don't care if I have to act worthless. I'll do anything it takes. But once I do, everyone's going to have to work for every cent of their pay. And anyone who pocketed the people's taxes or stole their land will get what's coming to them.
- Do you think that because something awful like that happened to you or your relatives?
- Not really. But it's common knowledge that this evil is everywhere, isn't it? Anyway, I'm not saying they should die. But I'll make them feel shame. They'll learn that a man without reason is no different from an animal who defecates wherever it pleases... I'm just going to return them to being normal humans... That's all. The way man is meant to be...
"You knowwhat I have? Toward this Pris android?”
“Empathy,” he said.
“Something like that. Identification; there goes I. My god; maybe that’s what’ll happen. In the confusion you’ll retire me, not her. And she can go back to Seattle and live my life. I never felt this way before. We are machines, stamped out like bottle caps. It’s an illusion that I—I personally—really exist; I’m just representative of a type.” She shuddered.
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“I stayed there for a long, long time. Later, I discovered that this island was a moving island. It would never stay for long in one place......" Gu Mang and Mo Xi exchanged glances. What kind of island was this? Covered in flowers and moving around in the sea, truly something unheard of. "All four seasons were like spring, probably because an immortal lived here, so the spirit of plants flourished,” Wuyan said. “But, even though there were a lot of plants, there weren't very many living things that could speak. On this island, other than me, there was only the immortal who saved me. His everything was good, but he was just too mysterious. He wouldn't tell me where he came from. He wouldn't even tell me his name. After knowing him for so long, all I knew was that his last name was Chen.”
For example, a person discovers the pleasures of painting, sculpture, and music only by experiencing them. You will never be able to make someone understand this if they have not encountered great art. And for this subject in particular, we need more than our ordinary eyes and ears. To appreciate art, you must use your inner eyes and ears. You must open your heart.
And your heart, well, it opens only when you actually encounter a great work of art in person and it makes a deep impression on you. If it means anything at all to live in this world, it’s that you must live your life like a true human being and feel just what you feel. This is not something that anyone can teach from the sidelines, no matter how great a person they may be.
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