Words Can Change Your Brain Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m sorry dude,” “I mean Dad” I mumbled. Holy cow! I hate when words suddenly slip out of my mouth. I wish I could control it. Anytime I think of "Good" my brain pings "bad," any time I think of "white," my brain pings "black," anytime I think of "love" my brain pings "hatred," my brain is just damn polluted. “Its okay Styles, I don't care whatever you say,” My dad said, interrupting my thoughts like he could hear what I was thinking.

“As if you were working on something.” “Sure.” Thea sensed the parts of his brain that lit up. She funneled energy to those parts, intended that those parts be supercharged, more plastic, more able to connect neurons and work better. Then she funneled in energy to charge him and his body in general. “Wow,” Mr. Garrity said. “I feel smarter. More energized. That was incredible.” Thea smiled. “Let me know if it helps.” “I will. Can I ask what you did?”

“Bella, looks like the universe really likes us together.” I dragged a hand down my face. “Or maybe it’s punishing me.” He grinned. “Punishment can be fun.” I snapped my notebook shut. “Not with you.” “So—neuroplasticity, huh? I can think of a few ways we could test brain flexibility. Ever heard the theory that intense emotions can literally rewire synaptic connections?” His eyes flicked deliberately over me, slow, heated. “We could run an experiment on attraction. Purely academic, of course.”

"Anytime I see talks on women empowerment in our families, education of girls, helping them progress, finding them jobs, scholarships, I hear music playing in my head. It increases my heartbeat, causing tension in my arteries. It increases my cortisol levels, testosterone decreases. The left hemisphere in my brain is stimulated." Rickey said going hysterical while pulling the hairs on his head.

Anindira was messed up, it was very difficult for her little brain to absorb lessons, no matter how many times she read, there would be some parts that would disappear from her brain again. ''I thought * green amber could also keep the brain regenerating and getting young again. Why is my brain's ability according to my age? I give up, my brain can't take it anymore... I give up...'' ''Crap! From tomorrow the hell of exams has started. I'm not ready at all, I can't...''

“I’ve always been.” How can a person be this arrogant and disrespectful? “It includes a lot of activities, for instance, thinking, human memory, concentration, perception, problem-solving, and more,” the professor continued discussing while my mind was wrapped up in thoughts of the person next to me. “Are you writing it down?” Caden questioned, his smug tone clear. I ignored him and pretended to focus on the lecture. “This lets us observe more about people and achieve more knowledge of the human brain. With that, it enables psychologists to formulate new ways of helping people dealing with psychological difficulties.”

"Concerning the rumours that are going around, I feel it is only necessary to correct what people might have misunderstood. Firstly, I want us to be aware of the impact of our words. When we listen to music, it sometimes feel like home, its rythm making us recollect memories. If a mere sound can do this much, how do you think words would affect the soul then?" I see heads nodding as they write away. "If you like a music, you keep it on your phones but If you detest it,..." "You delete it.." Lena voice sounded and I turn to look at her. She shrug with a smile before going back to her phone.

Stay away from anything or anyone who will cause you stress. The headaches are supposed to decline now but it has increased because of a recent brain activity you are not supposed to engage in?' 'So, do Tor, you mean I should not read or engage in any such mental activity?' Nancy asked defensive. 'I am suggesting no such thing. Reading will help you relax but straining your brain to remember something that you have forgotten is where the danger lie.You have to choose to either stay healthy for your baby or risk losing it for a memory you still will not get forcefully'.

I felt a shift in my mind, Like I was drunk or something. You'll get use to that. Holy shit. Someone just talked in my head. Our head, really. I was afraid to think another thought. Am I going crazy? No you aren't. It's me your wolf talking to you. Your brain feel funny to you right now because I am in control. You read about this last week remember. It was on your list of questions to ask but then you kept forgetting. I couldn't remind you because you hadn't shifted yet but don't worry I won't let you forget things any more. Well, I'll try not to! She laughed in my head. Or I guess our head? I did remember reading about this and I did forget to ask.

I growl. He hesitates. Ah… and I see the flicker of fear in his eyes. “If the condition spreads, it could affect other parts of your brain. Memory loss. Cognitive decline. Insanity.” Insanity. Insanity? The word slams into me like a heavy haul rail train. My grip on the desk tightens. My vision blurs the more. This time, not from my condition but from the absolute weight of his words. “You’re telling me,” I say slowly, my voice laced with venom, “That I could lose my fucking mind?”