emotional

Sam sent me to give you a message, Edilio. He said, __ell Edilio I couldn__ kill the bugs.____he things that came out of Hunter?_ Howard asked.Taylor closed her eyes. Tears squeezed out and rolled down her cheeks. __es. The things that came out of Hunter. Sam shot them, you know, with his light. But they__e like, reflective or whatever. Anyway, it didn__ kill them.

Every mistake is a new learning adventure.

Have you ever experienced a beauty of soul, an esthetic grace, that was so intense it made you want to cry?"From Central Park Song ( A Screenplay )

Make time daily to nurture your physical, mental and emotional health.

If I was set an essay on Friday, I__ spend three hours on Saturday morning in the library. Was that normal? I didn__ know. What I did know was that I felt less prone to depression and more normal walking through Venice or staring out over the lake in Zurich. At home I wrestled continually with my moods. The black thing inside me gnawed like a rat at my self-esteem and self-confidence. I felt there was a happy person inside me too, who wanted to enjoy life, to be normal, but my feelings of self-loathing and the deep distrust I had towards my father wouldn__ allow that sunny person to come out. When the black thing had an iron grip on me, I couldn__ even look at my father: Did you do bad things to me when I was little? Like a line from a song stuck in your brain, the words ran through my head and never once came out of my mouth. Not that I needed to say what was in my mind. I was sure Father could read my thoughts in my moods, in the blank, dead stare of my eyes. It was hardly surprising that there was always an atmosphere of strain and awkwardness in the house, and the blame was always mine: Alice and her moods, Alice and her anorexia; Alice and her low self-esteem; Alice and her inescapable feelings of loss and emptiness.

Everyone comes with baggage, make sure you get one that comes with a rack

I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.

I find that is the best way to write during emotional scenes...put yourself and your emotions in every single word.-Nina Jean Slack

I'd developed an inability to demonstrate much negative emotion at all. It was another thing that made me seem like a dick - my stomach could be all oiled eels, and you would get nothing from my face and less from my words. It was a constant problem: too much control or no control at all.

Words can express true feelings, true emotions and wisdom. It is up to you to use them wisely... Choose your words carefully and express the peacefully!

Words could bite. When I spoke to strangers, I wanted my words to have fangs.

When words have vanished, when daily habits have extinguished emotional exchange, only killing silence remains and indifference takes over. ( "Words had disappeared" )

O love, O fire! once he drewWith one long kiss my whole soul throughMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

I believe despite my doubts, belief gives me power reason takes away

False belief is more emotional than true belief

At that darkest moment, while drowning in the Abyss of Emotional Bankruptcy, reflect on this universal truth: the difference between success and failure is one more time.

What is the price of freedom! I'm not talking about the physical restraining kind, but the spiritual, mental, emotional kind! If we glance at a tiny bird, it represents the ultimate freedom, the ability to fly, to rise above all, to look down on earth while getting tickled by clouds of cotton candy. But the price of this bird's freedom is living off scrapes of food & sippes of water!I guess the price of freedom is all about living in content. If u need to spread ur wings wide and fly off into the horizon, you need to learn that what you already have can certainly set you FREE!

If ever you feel lost, terrified, alone, emotionally and physically drained...when you feel like depression has overpowered you, and that the world itself, has devoured you...just remember that you are not alone, you are loved, you are a beautiful story waiting to be told._ -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)