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FEELForum des Étrangères et Étrangers de Lausanne (Swiss foreign integration organization: Lausanne, Switzerland)
FEELField Extension Education Laboratory (Iowa State University)
FEELFusion Energy Engineering Laboratory (Universitat Politècnica de Catalunya; Barcelona, Spain)
FEELFormulated Electrical Energy Language
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This causes us to feel that the prototype was "real," while the image is "imaginary."
A thing which "feels real" inspires us with hopes or fears, expectations or curiosities, which are wholly absent when a thing "feels imaginary." The feeling of reality is a feeling akin to respect: it belongs PRIMARILY to whatever can do things to us without our voluntary co-operation.
Let not my Reader however suppose that "feeling" is with us the tedious process that it would be with you, or that we find it necessary to feel right round all the sides of every individual before we determine the class to which he belongs.
It was now as it had been eight months ago--Adam was forcing Arthur to feel more intensely the irrevocableness of his own wrong-doing.
Adam could not help being moved: it was impossible for him not to feel that this was the voice of the honest warm-hearted Arthur whom he had loved and been proud of in old days; but nearer memories would not be thrust away.
It did not seem particularly unpleasant, because his whole life had been not a continual holiday, but on the contrary an unceasing round of toil of which he was beginning to feel weary.
Just now I feel too tired and indifferent to think about the future.
I often feel as he did, dearest, and, in addition, I know how beholden to you I am.
Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.
But Maggie did not feel that right; she was too conscious of fatal weakness in herself, too full of the tenderness that comes with the foreseen need for inflicting a wound.
On Saturday, you are able to swallow a little beef tea, and to sit up on deck, and answer with a wan, sweet smile when kind-hearted people ask you how you feel now.
I always feel particularly ignorant about painting."