Nightmares don’t care about reason.
Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.” – Aristotle.
I had to accept that there was something wrong with me and stop making excuses for my behavior. A mental disorder is not like a physical one. My mind and I are not one and the same. I don’t trust myself all the time, but I am working on that. I’m working to rewire my brain.
I love getting lost in someone else’s story, thinking about life from their perspective, living their experiences.” “Why don’t you live your own experiences?” I wrinkled my nose at this question. “Why would I do that when I can be a hundred different people a year? Live a hundred different lives.
I couldn’t help think I’d just narrowly escaped a brand new broken heart. I’d been on the precipice of being brave, and nothing can make a person more foolish and vulnerable than bravery.
Honestly, yes.” I nodded heartily. “I like Dr. West. It’s like having a – a – a relationship coach. Or a good mechanic on staff, keeping our engines cool and well oiled.” Shelly’s.
I honestly didn’t know how I’d arrived at this place, this time, this moment. I was a person I didn’t recognize, but I had a faint sense of knowing from a long time ago. I was someone from my past when trust was freely given, and my overly idealistic mind jumped to romanticized conclusions even when faced with realistic expectations, good judgement, and logic.
Past, present, future. I’ll never regret any Moment loving you.
Nothing in the world was more alluring than a capable man.
I knew I wanted to be with her since before I knew how to eat with a fork. The wanting to touch her part started when I was four and she was three. Obviously it wasn’t sexual, that came later accompanied by the resentment of rejection. It was about being close to her, kissing her big cheeks, petting her soft skin, sharing her warmth. My earliest memory was thinking that I wanted her to stay with me always. My mother liked to remind me that I used to ask if we could keep her.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.” – Khalil Gibran.
Sometimes, when I look at you, all my thoughts, all the plates I’m spinning in my head, they stop. And for a few seconds, it’s peaceful. You make me witless.
Of the emotions, mourning in particular feels like something that should be sacred and intensely private. The.
Happiness and rheumatism keep getting bigger if you tell people about them.
One thing I don’t know is why you’re drinking coffee from a Hello Kitty thermos.” Cletus sounded both interested and irked. “And why haven’t you bought one for me? You know I like that Hello Kitty.
How you treat others defines you more than how others treat you.
I shivered, also moving closer, irritated by the layers of clothes between us. “You’re such a good teacher, you fell for your student.” “Yes, I did.” His beard tickled my neck as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “And I continue to fall, daily.
Nothings lasts forever. Not a song, not happiness, not misery! Mere survival is no safer than living for hopes and dreams. At the end, there will always be the end! So why not dream? why not hope? Why not live life with wild faith and abandon? Why not take the risk? Otherwise all these moment: small or significant, heaven on earth, would be lost to fear.
You have a big heart. I would never trade your mammoth, irrationally generous heart for a smaller, more frugal one. I love every square kilometer of it.” A laugh tumbled from my lips and I lowered to the couch. “Really? It’s that big?” “It should have its own zip code. And it’s my third favorite thing about you.
I can’t miss out on any more time with you. I want all your moments, I want every memory.