And I've always felt guilty about that.

It was a moment full of joyful tears. But I still felt guilty about what happened.

He then continued to compare the state of the taboos we have before and after the revolution After Jan25 I felt different, I felt like I couldn t be silent any more, I felt like the unseen observer had disappeared, I felt safe, I felt noble, I felt love but most of all I felt heard.

I felt I knew how those boys fighting in Vietnam felt.

I felt sad.

I felt used.

I can't describe how I felt.

And I felt like saying to him but I didn't say it I felt like saying, You know what?

I felt I was not alive anymore.

After I slapped Layla, I felt terrible.

After I slapped Layla, I felt terrible.

As for me as a Muslim woman, the main reason why I wore the Hijab was mainly because I felt guilty every time I was sexually harassed directly or verbally, on the bus or shared taxi or even on the street.

I felt I was not talented at anything.

Engineer I felt I was disappointed about it.

And I do not feel guilty.

I felt sorry for the boy.

I have not felt well recently.

I can't describe how it felt!

I felt sick and began vomiting.

I felt a difference in quality.

I felt so violated after everything I had read.

I felt like I was performing this elaborate act.

I felt like I had been pieced back together

I felt, yes, in certain ways, free.

Everything was new and I felt weak.

I felt compelled... to wait with him...

And I felt like I was in third grade again.

I felt compelled to do something, so I painted him.

Because I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that question.

I think I'm probably not alone when I say I felt completely helpless.

Oh! I felt euphoria euphoria. It was beautiful.

I felt a light touch on my shoulder.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

Everyone I met, I felt I knew them for as long as I could remember.

I went to the hospital and two days later, I felt better.

I felt that I was alone in getting my children through this.

Even though I was sitting in the sun, I still felt chilly.

I never felt like a victim, then or now.

I felt as if my life had been shortened.

Even I felt sorry for (my version of) Assad.

I also felt frightened because for the first time in my life, I felt acutely aware of who I am, not just a Syrian, but an Arab and a Muslim.

And I felt really badly, because I couldn't give her a good answer.

So I readily plead guilty to my economist critic s charge.

Because you have felt me, I can feel myself again.

I felt as if a cold hand was touching me.