Quotes About Emotional

Your job is to envision your life with all the specifics you can muster up so you can get all emotional and excited and take inspired action.

We relive our worst moments over and over and over instead of letting them go, we pick at the emotional scabs and refuse to let the healing happen and the pain subside.

Forgiving isn't about being nice to them, it's about being nice to yourself.

Faith raises your frequency. When you trust that your riches are on the way, instead of biting your nails over the what-ifs and how the hells, you shift your emotional state from doubt and fear to excited expectation. This shift raises your frequency, opens you up, and makes you aware of people and opportunities you weren't seeing before.

Dojhur listened carefully, not interrupting, until the story had finished. "You're lucky," he said at last. "At least you knew your parents." Olifur frowned. "Didn't you?" Dojhur shook his head, his expression melancholy. "Both died before I was born, I think." Olifur nodded, then paused, tilting his head to one side as he pondered how such a thing might be possible.

Kevin was right, Karena thinks, there is grotesquerie here, but it's not Karena and Charles. It's Charles's disorder, the way it reduces a grown man to sobbing panic on the floor. The way it renders Karena unable to feel. The way it takes you by the hand, nodding and smiling slyly, and leads you back to the same old place every time, so just when you think everything might be all right after all, you come home and open a door to a room full of blood.

I'm beat up and broken, and scared of everything that's going to come next, but just sitting here with you is making me better. So I'm going to hold on, all right? When you want me to let go and leave you alone, you tell me, but not … Not right now.

Giving feels good. It is a form of healing. Not just for you as an individual, but for everyone.

There are only so many hours in the day, and chances are that if you have a successful career it's your job that takes up most of them. As the economy flourishes are we in the grip of an emotional recession? Have we made our jobs the primary relationships in our lives, settling for a so-so boyfriend because that's all we have the time to either find or maintain?

This is making me crazy. I hate relying on other people to save me, I hate being clingy, I hate it, and every time you show up, I lean on you. - Matilda Scarlet Veronica Betty Vilma Goodnight

I am. No doubt about it. I like humiliating Cooper. I like causing him pain. It feels good. It feels better than his dad's whiskey, better than his mom's weed. Because for just a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

The driver's on me in an instant. She's crying and trembling. She grabs the front of my jacket and shakes me. "You crazy bitch!" she screams. "I could have killed you!" "Sorry," I say "Sorry?" she shouts. "You don't look sorry. You-" "Sorry you missed," I say. She lets go of me then. Takes a step back.

I was agitated something fierce.

On a sigh he brought up his hand and used one long finger to brush a dark curl away from my face. With the saddest look in his eyes, he said, "A girl needs to be held right now, and comforted, and told that everything is going to be okay. I'm sorry I can't do that for you. I don't have any of that left." "I have a little," I said, "and I'll lend it to you.

In a mere twenty minutes, they'd blown past the desired point of meaningful-connection-through-shared-experience into the less appealing state of knowing-each-other-too-well.

Once the new children had become your allies, it was wrenching to leave them.

I slept with my mom until I was 16 years old.

There is nothing, my boy, to spark compassion like a sojourn in hell." In

Sometimes you gotta excise a wound before it can heal.

I'd take a physical fight over Touchy-Feely Share Time, hands down

Across from us, Lia eyed our hands and then brought her own to her forehead in a melodramatic motion. "I'm a dark and angsty profiler," she intoned. "No," she countered in a falsetto, bringing her other hand up, "I'm a dark and angsty profiler. Ours is a star-crossed love.

This was a different Eve. Gone were the layers of self-protection, the vulnerability, the raw emotion—all of it. "You helped Blake abduct Toby, didn't you?" I said, certainty washing over me like a wave of heat. "I wouldn't have had to," Eve replied, her tone smooth and hard, "if Toby had opened up. If he'd just agreed to bring me here. But he wouldn't.

It occurred to me then to wonder how much Vivvie knew. Telling her—about Ivy, about Kostas, about what had happened to me—seemed insurmountable.

Got that out of your system, did you?" I leaned against the wall of my gemstone cage. "Why are you telling me this now?" I could hear the sound of his footstep on the end of the line. "Because Gray is going to keep jumping until it hurts. He's always been the solid one, Heiress. The one who never trembles, never backs down, never doubts. And now, he's lost his mooring, and I have to be the strong one.