#emotional

I was emotionally and physically punched in the stomach. This is not a place where you go and deliver the lines and then you come back. It's kind of a life-changing experience. But it can't get better than this for any actor - this is like an opera. ↗

— Javier Bardem

#any #back #better #come #deliver

I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I've never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up. ↗

— Shania Twain

#bed #been #compassion #consider #crashed

I want to talk to people that have been through big disappointments, big emotional crises, deep life struggles, and I will learn something from that. ↗

— Shania Twain

#big #crises #deep #disappointments #emotional

I noticed that no matter where I went in the country, there was this group of questions that got asked. I would track them and keep them in categories. Like body image, school, family, friendship, you name it, the emotional life of a teenage girl. ↗

— Elizabeth Berkley

#body #body image #categories #country #emotional

U2 is an original species... there are colours and feelings and emotional terrain that we occupy that is ours and ours alone. ↗

— Bono

#colours #emotional #feelings #occupy #original

People don't buy for logical reasons. They buy for emotional reasons. ↗

— Zig Ziglar

#emotional #logical #people #reasons

Careers are defined by four minutes on the ice and lives can change forever, emotionally and financially. ↗

— John Zimmerman

#change #defined #emotionally #financially #forever

Music is the emotional life of most people. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#emotional life #life #most #music #people

It's weirder and more surprising than the other books. I think there are more places where it's just more reality bending, deliberately so. I think it's a lot more emotionally raw. ↗

— Cory Doctorow

#books #deliberately #emotionally #i #i think

...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs, flooding across the rough wooden floor, down the narrow wooden stairs and out into the old soil of the garden. No roses, no, she does not even ask to make roses, just dissolution; most any night she asks just for that. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#emptiness #grief #grieving #loss #lost-love