#over

Clinicians have told me that our emotional is arrested at the age that an eating disorder takes control of our lives. After we recover, we pick up emotionally where we left off at that age. ↗

— Jenni Schaefer

#eating-disorder #recovery #age

And I envy you. You have the one thing that matters. You have all your discoveries before you. ↗

— John Fowles

#discovery #enlightenment #youth #age

Sometimes I just want to paint the words "It's my fault" across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me. ↗

— Christina Westover

#anger #blame #burn #christina-westover #enemies

Before I love you can come out of my mouth again, the front door swings open and Julia walks outside. "We're going to have to set some ground rules," she says. There's more amusement in her voice than anger or annoyance. "Sorry, Julia," I yell over my shoulder. I turn back to Lake and kiss her one last time, then take a step away from her. "It's just that I'm madly in love with your daughter!" "Yeah." Julia laughs. "I can see that. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#this-girl #anger

It would be easy to become a victim of our circumstances and continue feeling sad, scared or angry; or instead, we could choose to deal with injustice humanely and break the chains of negative thoughts and energies, and not let ourselves sink into it. ↗

— Erin Gruwell

#injustice #negative-attitude #negative-thoughts #negativity #overcome

I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do. He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#beauty

Most of us have had the experience of creating beauty, whether by cleaning a room, planting a bed of flowers or hanging a painting. Our first impulse is to say, “Come and see! Look what I did!” Though it may be a long time since mom or dad came to see, we still have the need to share—to be seen, acknowledged, appreciated. But it’s more than approval we seek; we want to extend the joy. We want someone to help us make it more real, to linger with us in the warmth. ↗

— Laurie Helgoe

#beauty

Didn't you have any sadistic nannies who told you these tales to keep you quiet and well behaved at night? Heavens, what's to become of the Empire if governesses have lost their touch for scaring the wits out of their girls? ↗

— Libba Bray

#bedtime-stories #governesses #humor #libba-bray #miss-moore

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my troth, for our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #eden #eve #inspiration #love

When I say love, I mean love. ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#freedom #love #lovers #truth #beauty