emotions

If you let life pass you by now, it won't ever come back. You don't get another chance.

Emotions are very precious gifts; share with them, who know the the worth of these gifts...

Time alone can nourish or erode our emotions.

I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn't dwell on homesickness.

The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they.

She knows what it is to be sad and miserable, but those emotions are almost enjoyable. They throw moments of happiness and laughter into sharper relief.

The heart that bleeds, knows true heartache.-Nina Jean Slack

I don't think irony's meant to synergize with anything as heartfelt assadness.

Most of the pain we feel is nothing more than a story that needs telling.

Don't make all of your sadness to be a miserable tragedy,Just forget it with your conscious heart and clear mind.

Behind this smile in my faceLies the dark shadow of emptinessHiding from your eyes within my gazeConcealed with sham happiness.

I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.

Everyone__ pain is different,_ Reece went on. __ don__ like when people compare. I don__ like when people marginalize their feelings because they think they__e not allowed to have them. Someone will always have a tougher go than you. Does that mean you__e not allowed to feel hurt? To be sad?

You don__ have any control over anyone__ feelings.You can__ make your parents feel proud of you.You can__ make anyone like you.You can__ make anyone love you.You can make it easier for them, by sacrificing your time and energy, but you cannot MAKE THEM, you can only make it easier for them_ and yet again, what have you gained? Nothing. You__e gambling. Putting trust coins into a slot machine hoping that love comes out.

By just living one__ life, sadness accumulates here and there, be it in the blankets hung out in the sun to dry, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, and the phone history logs.

Feelings come and feelings go. There is no need to fear them and no need to crave them. Be open to your feelings and experience them while they are here. Then be open to the feelings that will come next. Your feelings are a part of your experience. Yet no mere feeling, however intense it may seem, is your permanent reality.

But sadness was familiar; sadness was manageable. It didn't transform her, the way the raging anger did. She could remain herself and still feel this aching grief.

Don't be scared of scars. They just tell stories that are hard to hear.