We exchange sad looks

There s no other word to describe it.

I say this with no resentment whatsoever, just sadness.

We are deeply saddened by the death of Molhem Barakat, who sold photos to Reuters on a freelance basis.

Jabez was more honorable than his brothers and his mother named him Jabez, saying, Because I bore him with sorrow.

And Jabez was more honourable than his brethren and his mother called his name Jabez, saying, Because I bare him with sorrow.

I am cold.

I'm cold.

I feel hungry.

I'm hungry!

I am hungry.

I feel tired.

I feel itchy.

I'm not feeling well.

I feel cold.

I'm freezing.

I feel it.

We sadly note that, yet again, the victims have been civilians and that the vast majority have been Palestinian.

On Twitter, a professor and editor in Saudi Arabia, Bayan ( BintBattuta87) wrote in dismay

The reports on the continued hardships and deprivations suffered by the Palestinians almost on a daily basis fill me with profound sorrow.

I am thirsty.

I'm just curious.

I am bored.

I am not thirsty.

I'm not thirsty.

I'm so itchy.

I was feeling nauseous.

And I do not feel guilty.

I'm feeling fit.

I'm thirsty.

(1) I feel sad.

In Europe then, the 8th of May 2005 is an occasion to look back in sorrow and anger.

I didn't feel sick at all.

I don t feel particularly important.

I have a burning pain here.

I feel awkward in his presence.

Whenever I see you, I feel happy.

I feel dizzy every time I stand up.

I'm bored. I'll watch TV.

I'm feeling a little sick.

I feel so fat.

I'm feeling really sick.

I feel like I am failing him, she says.

I could actually feel it.

I feel for you.