Any time I got in emotional turmoil, I felt sick all the time, like at any minute I would die.

Any time I got in emotional turmoil, I felt sick all the time, like at any minute I would die.

You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave meThere's no words to describe itIn French or in read more

You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave meThere's no words to describe itIn French or in EnglishWell, diamonds they fadeAnd flowers they bloomAnd I'm telling youThese feelings won't go awayThey've been knockin' me sidewaysThey've been knockin' me out latelyWhenever you come around meThese feelings won't go away They've been knockin' me sidewaysI keep thinking in a moment thatTime will take them awayBut these feelings won't go away.

Managing our emotions increases intuition and clarity. It helps us self-regulate our brain chemicals and internal hormones. It gives us read more

Managing our emotions increases intuition and clarity. It helps us self-regulate our brain chemicals and internal hormones. It gives us natural highs, the real fountain of youth we've been searching for. It enables us to drink from elixirs locked within our cells, just waiting for us to discover them. -Doc Childre.

I threw away my phoneI thought that you should knowI'd throw away my homeIf I had somewhere to goAnything to read more

I threw away my phoneI thought that you should knowI'd throw away my homeIf I had somewhere to goAnything to stopThe circle in my brainAnything is better than youMaking me feel lame28 days to kick the habit28 days to let you go28 days and I'll be on my ownAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesWhy should I be sorryI've had enough of youPlease forget my nameI'm runnin around on emptyStill tryin to get awayAnything to killThe consciousness of youAnything to end myselfBefore the thought of you28 days to kick the habit28 days to let you go28 days and I'll be on my ownAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesNow you'll know what it feels like to bite your tongueNow you'll know what it feels like to be the oneWho walks around with knots in your stomachI've been there, and I've done itAnd now you'll know what it feels likeTo always be afraidOf everything you wanted to sayWho's sorry nowWho's sorry nowWho's sorry nowAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesWho's sorry now?

The emotions in a song - the anger, aggression - have got to be legitimate.

The emotions in a song - the anger, aggression - have got to be legitimate.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all read more

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a long time as well as the true, and serves some read more

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a long time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge.

Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge.

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.