Sensitive people usually love deeply and hate deeply. They don’t know any other way to live than by extremes because thier emotional theromastat is broken.

Worry is like a roller coaster ride that you think will take you somewhere, but it never does.

Indeed this gentleman’s stoicism was of that not uncommon kind, which enables a man to bear with exemplary fortitude the afflictions of his friends, but renders him, by way of counterpoise, rather selfish and sensitive...

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme – to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our ‘blues’ are the price we...

We’re just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.