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I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...
I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...
You know when you’re in a movie and you don’t know anybody else in the theater and the most beautiful read more
You know when you’re in a movie and you don’t know anybody else in the theater and the most beautiful thing happens on the screen? Everybody there feels this overwhelming sense of whatever that emotion is? You’re surrounded by strangers but you’re all feeling the same thing. The feeling is intensified because it’s being shared by three hundred people all at the same instant. That’s what we try to do, too.
They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.
They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.
They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there read more
They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black. It will just go back to the way it was before.
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I read more
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
I realize it's hard not to churn your problems and I'm not idealistically saying you shouldn't. Still, you can learn read more
I realize it's hard not to churn your problems and I'm not idealistically saying you shouldn't. Still, you can learn to manage your non-efficient thinking and emotions. Just learn to be as conscious of your *mental and emotional energy expenditures and returns* as you are conscious of your dollar expenditures and returns. Remember the mental and emotional budget sheet. If you *halfway* play with this concept, it can give you a new perspective on energy economy. -Doc Childre.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts
Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts
Such a little man could not have made so big a depression.
Such a little man could not have made so big a depression.