Quotes About Emotional

Is it harder for a coward to fight with his fists than to kill himself? Or again, is it easier for him to die than to endure a prolonged cross-fire of women's wrath and scorn?

No wonder Chelsea's memory had become her greatest weapon, a sword she wielded, wounding others to protect herself. For decades she had waged this war, but at what cost? Now she stood alone on the battlefield, bleeding and bruised. There were no victors in this war, and Chelsea counted herself among the casualties.

In our loneliest moments the One who formed our "inmost being and knitted us together in the womb" offers us a friendship, a nearness unlike any other. God created our inmost and our outermost beings. He knows us emotionally, physically, and mentally better than anyone else.

Guilt sucks the life out of our souls. Grace restores it.

Harm to our necks, jaws, backs, and bowels. Anxiety can twist us into emotional pretzels. It can make our eyes twitch, blood pressure rise, heads ache, and armpits sweat.

she had recognized at once her own kind, conflicted, nervous, driven, violent, affectionate...

She had not imagined that she would be so fertilized by a human being again.

I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word, a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many.

Each one of us has lived through some devastation, some loneliness, some weather superstorm or spiritual superstorm, when we look at each other we must say, I understand. I understand how you feel because I have been there myself. We must support each other and empathize with each other because each of us is more alike than we are unalike.

I went further than forgiving the clerk, I accepted her as a fellow victim of the same puppeteer.

From disappointment, I gradually ascended the emotional ladder to haughty indignation, and finally to that state of stubbornness where the mind is locked like the jaws of an enraged bulldog.

Each of us has lived through some devastation, some loneliness, some weather superstorm or spiritual superstorm. When we look at each other we must say, I understand. I understand how you feel because I have been there myself. We must support each other because each of us is more alike than we are unalike.

Was he demanding? Hell yes, but he wasn't selfish. He took. He was ruthless in his demands. But he gave her back so much. Not just materially but emotionally, though he'd likely deny he did any such thing.

I've made myself as vulnerable as a man can make himself to a woman. It's the same as if I just handed you a knife and offered you my balls, for God's sake.

I don't want to ever give someone that kind of power to destroy me.

It was so easy to lose herself in the fantasy of being with Gabe because he made it easy. He took absolute care of her. He saw to her every need. Was he demanding? Hell yes, but he wasn't selfish. He took. He was ruthless in his demands. But he gave her back so much. Not just materially but emotionally, though he'd likely deny he did any such thing.

She looked up to see all three of them looking at her. She put her spoon down, knowing she wasn't going to be able to eat until they got the elephant out of the room. What happened a year ago... shouldn't have happened, she said in a low voice

great. now i was starting to get jealous of myself.

Guys don't like it when you get too heavy, I've noticed. They especially don't like it when you try to talk too much about the future. They're like little woodland animals. Everything's well and good when you're just doling out the nuts and everything's cool. But the minute you bring out the net to try to catch them - even if it's for their own good, like to help them escape a forest fire - all hell breaks loose.

I was too emotional to say anything. I was experiencing many "feels" as the kids on Tumblr—my computer-savvy friend CeeCee has told me about it—often say.

I opened the door and went inside, calling I'm home! Except that I wasn't, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite awhile. And he didn't live there anymore.

That prison, I said with heartfelt sincerity, Was absolutely the most awful thing that has happened to me in my entire life. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he thought my life had been filled with one awful thing after another.

The emotional journey has been as hard as the physical one. The fear I feel, in combination with busy doctors who don't have time to listen, has really affected me.

There's a place in the soul where you've never been wounded.