emotional

The most emotional cost in life is to love someone who does not care.

I'm not talking about the scars that separate your skin, Parker. I'm not blind, I can see those. I'm talking about the scars much deeper than that. The scars that exist within you. The ones you actually try to hide.

I don't care anymore, don't you understand that? I am doing what I am doing because I must do it. And when everything ends my ultimate reward is that I end with it, because I cannot stand to be a part of a creation that did what it did to you.

Those same women tell me I am too short to be beautiful,_ I traced my hands across my breasts, __hey say my breasts are too large,_ I traced down my waist to my hips, __hat I curve in places they do not,_ I traced down my thighs. Sidhe women don__ have thighs. I let my hair fall across my face as I moved, so that my eyes gazed at him half hidden behind the scarlet of my hair. __hey tell me I am ugly.__e spilled out of his chair, dumping his queen to the floor. He roared, __ho says these things? I will crush their jaws and see them choke on their own lies!__he outrage on his face, the trembling rage of him__ took it for the compliment it was. I realized in that moment that Kurag might want me for more than just politics or supernatural bloodlines. In that heartbeat, I thought that maybe, just maybe, the Goblin King loved me, in an odd sort of way. I had expected many things today, but not love.I don__ know why, but I suddenly realized there were tears trailing down my face. Crying because some goblin had offered to defend my honor? I gazed up at Kurag, and I let him see what was in my face, my eyes, all of it. Because I realized that I still didn__ believe I was beautiful. The guards wanted me because to be without me was to be celibate. They pursued me so they might be king. None of them wanted me, for me. Maybe that was unfair, but how would I ever know why they came to my bed? I looked at Kurag and knew that here was a man who__ known me since I was a child, and he thought I was beautiful, and worth defending, and he would never bed me, never be my king. Knowing that anyone adored me, just for me, meant something. Something I had no words for, but I let Kurag see that I valued it. That I valued him, and how he felt about me.

He remembered running through the streets of Alicante with Tavvy in his arms, stumbling on the cracked paving. trying to keep his little brother's face mashed against his shoulder so that he wouldn't see the blood and death all around him.

Sean looks up at her, and he wants to explain it all to her. Explain what it__ like to be rubbed so raw, to have your emotional threshold exceeded day after day, your psyche beaten so completely that you have no choice but to turn inward, shunning any and everything that__ ever brought you comfort. He wants to explain that__p until the past month or so__e__ been existing in a black hole, a mental abyss that he only recently realized he put himself in.But watching Lauren__ face__he concern in her expression, so pure and complete, considering he__ technically still a complete stranger__e realizes he doesn__ have to explain anything. She knows what it__ like. Everybody does.

I don't know if it is love. Why I want to get intimate with you? Why I want tobe committed to you? Why I want tobe attached to you? It feels likeI don't have any control on what'shappening. I don't know if this isinfatuation or love! #LIFE OF LOVE (FILM)

Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness.

They forget that for a Creator to create, He must be greater than His creation, thus He must be by definition not less than emotional.

Life is not just black and white, there are a million shades in between.

When they confronted her like this, she felt like a delicate freaking time bomb just waiting for a time and a place to explode.

Beauty is what we have seen and what we are going to see in the future. It is the totality of physical, emotional and biological structures we have created within generations intentionally or unintentionally for our enjoyment and satisfaction. We consider ourselves beautiful, because we have seen it and imagine for thousands of years. If we had five feet, nine eyes and twenty fingers we still were beautiful.

Our hearts don__ always align with the visions we have for our lives; emotions aren__ always vessels of simple manipulation and, try as we might, we cannot make passionate love exist where it does not.

All the while Martin attempted to catch his aunt with a remorseful gaze, but the young woman was reabsorbed into her mother__ orbit, and though Anna embraced him, pressed on him the importance of visiting soon, he could feel that she was already very far away, not really seeing him, but cruising with distant eyes and a feather__ touch over the summits of all her disappointments.

Thy's bleeding heart confides in the With one's thoughts and troubles Let the kiss thy's lips To ease thou's pain Thy am thou's comfort Lie thou's head on mine pillow Of soft consolation And let the drown Thou's sorrow Away

I Love the one who you are in the Past .Not the one who you are in the Present.

It's always been the love of the music for me, the rawness of the notes vibrating through my body, the honesty of the sound I create that blocks out all the other shit. If you don't let all that, the music, its impact, become a part of you, then it doesn't matter how good you are, how successful. I don't care who you are, if you don't surrender to the power of the music, you are just playing a role.

Residual emotions always show up from time to time in our daily lives until we completely offload them.