emotional

So no I'm not perfect. I'm still as fucked up as I always was, the only difference is that now I'm happy with it. I accept it and make the best of it.

You gotta stand up and walk, Gem,_ he said quietly, turning his back on them. __ou have to walk out of here. Not just for them, but for yourself. Come on. You have to walk out of here on your own two feet._ So I did.

I don't want to force my mind to love someone else or adjust with someone whom Inever can give my true love. #Life Of Love - Film

River smiled sweetly at his tormentors and told them, "If you want to kick my ass, go ahead. Just explain to me why you're doing it."After a confused pause, one of the skinheads said, "Ah, you wouldn't be worth it.""We're all worth it, man," River said with a beatific smile. "We're all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.

Beauvoir was quiet, watching the Chief, taking in the gleam in his eye, the enthusiasm as he described what he'd found. Not the physical landscape, but the emotional. The intellectual.Many might have thought the Chief Inspector was a hunter. He tracked down killers. But Jean Guy knew he wasn't that. Chief Inspector Gama he was an explorer by nature. He was never happier than when he was pushing the boundaries, exploring the internal terrain. Areas even the person themselves hadn't explored. Had never examined. Probably because it was too scary.

There's no doubt I'm emotional.

You do realize that if anything happens to you, my son will be devastated?__lla__ throat closed. She really didn__ want to think about James, not when he was in so much danger. She nodded. __ know.___hen make sure nothing happens to you. This Kingdom needs a Queen who can show these men we__e not all delicate little flowers.

Sunny was a treat to read. It is most appealing as the story is very well done and the artwork is beautiful. I applaud the author for writing a book to meet the needs of very young children as well as children of elementary school age. I experienced many different feelings as I read the book and I know otehrs will experience the same thing. The guide to further discussion at the end of teh book will be most helpful as foster parents read this story to the children in their care.

Maybe I don't know everything that happened to you over the years, but every time you open your mouth and something self-deprecating falls out, it's like I'm hearing someone else's voice coming out of you.(...)Every time you say something like that, something that puts you down, you're letting someone else's opinion take control of you.

even after every emotional accident , the show must go on.

Older guys have too much emotional baggage. They__e already lived their lives.

If only tears could speak, they would tell the agony of the eyes.

Yet she lays out this family plan the way you__ say, __fter yoga, I__l go to Lia__ for the mani-special and then wax on about hairstyles and hemlines until dinner.__f I were gifted at making long-term plans, which by now we all know I__ not, and if I was at all hopeful, which we all know that I can never be, although it crosses my mind that it__ entirely possible these are all just huge, f*&king, temporary setbacks and nothing more, even though it__ been going on for over three years now, since Holly died, and I met Lincoln Presley. Events that could be construed as somehow inevitably related. Yes, perhaps there__ an expiration date on the said pursuit of unhappiness. Perhaps, things will eventually go my way after I actually discover what that way is supposed to be.

It__ amusing how we can sometimes hardly remember our first meetings with the most important people in our lives. Where, how, when we first met becomes all a blur. Somewhere along the way, we realize we have become so emotionally tethered to one another that the moment we first met does not matter. Life before meeting them ceases to exist.

The thing about a mom is that she's always there. She's the one who rubs your back when you have the flu, who manages to notice you have no clean underwear and does your wash for you, who stocks the refrigerator with all the foods you love without having to ask. The thing about a mom is that you never imagine taking care of her, instead of the other way around.

Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn__ want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.

Real Love Spread Real Happiness!

I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.