Monica Nelson > Quotes

“The pain I absorbed seemed to float toward me like mist on a cool spring morning. It was a mix of melancholy love for the timbered mountainous country that surrounded us, the grief of separation from family, and a wound within the soul that agonizes beyond the words that describe love. These feelings permeated my skin, seeping deep within the cells of my body.”
― Monica Nelson, Mere Sense: A Memoir of Men, Migraine, and the Mysteries of Being Highly Sensitive

“I palpated her broken heart. It beat within me. Slow and hobbled. Her begging heart wanted healing. Her begging eyes would not let me go.”
― Monica Nelson, Mere Sense: A Memoir of Men, Migraine, and the Mysteries of Being Highly Sensitive

“His arm and head touching her, warm at their contact spots, she felt her body relax with the weight of his. His weight communicated an exquisite sexuality, oozing like food dye dropped into water, into her every cell. It curlicued its sensuality into her arm with delicate dips and spins, building momentum as it floated through to her core. Filling cell after cell, creating deep yearning in the cells still untouched. The sensation sprinted up her spine. Causing a reflexive twitch to jilt her back, arching it involuntarily forward.”
― Monica Nelson, Rhythm That Surrounds Us: A contemporary law office romance

“Freedom guides our actions in powerful ways. I hadn't been so much under the external control of other people as my own rigid belief system. The one that told me to conform to a set of rules. I hadn't even thought through and honestly considered whether it was a good choice or not.”
― Monica Nelson, Mere Sense: A Memoir of Men, Migraine, and the Mysteries of Being Highly Sensitive