Emily Juniper Quotes

I cannot recall the last time I woke up and felt okay, but that doesn't mean I won't feel okay again. --Hope

I am never lonelier than when I am with the wrong people. --Wrong People

I once read that feeling lonely means I need to get to know myself. but what if I'm lonely because I know myself too well? --Lonely

I give too many chances to people who don't deserve them, but who could condemn a heart that keeps believing even when it shouldn't? --Chances

I dump sugar carelessly into my morning coffee and I wonder if we too will dissolve as soon as we are done falling (Commuter Thoughts)

They did not make you stronger. They did not make you better. They simply complemented a time in your life. But that time has passed, and you are not broken because you have lost, and you are not damaged because you are hurting --You Do Not Need Them

f you're living in a place that's just not big enough for that huge Christmas tree you'd love to have, get branches of evergreen, balsam, or juniper and use them to outline mirrors, arrange on mantels or windowsills, or decorate tabletops and bookshelves. Add gold or silver balls or showcase your holiday collectibles among the branches, such as snow villages, angels, and Christmas teacups. And don't forget to use plenty of unlit candles in seasonal colors. If you do light them, make sure the branches are arranged so they're not a fire hazard. Add a nativity scene to set the significant tone of the season. Make your home warm and welcoming, overflowing with love and good cheer. hose food shows on TV don't have anything on me! Cooking with your friends-inviting them to sit with you while you prepare a fantastic meal is something I've been doing for years. More often, though, I'll put my friends to work. We all have fun pitching in. I've had some of my best conversations while I was stirring a pot of soup and someone else was tossing a salad. I've also had some of my closest times with my husband in that warm, creative room in our house. Good talk seems to happen naturally in the kitchen. And teamwork is great fun! No one is lonely; no one feels left out. Creativity flourishes as you work together.

Listen, can you hear? Your pain is telling you something. Let go of what is hurting you. --Listen

It is an insult to the world to water yourself down, to shallow your waters, to dull your shine. --Insult

It could be worse doesn’t make it feel any better now, does it?

I've always loved order; schedules, plans, ducks in a row. But you are scattered all over like rainbow pieces of a kaleidoscope and I'm starting to think there's something to be said for chaos.

And finally, how to tell when boys like you use sweet little lies like skeleton keys to get inside of girls like me when all we want is to be loved and feel special and not so very alone. Things I Learned in the Night

I left you out in the rain and just as I feared,  you complained about wet socks and matted hair and ruined shoes but never once exclaimed how great it was to be alive.

I once read something that went like this: “If you are looking for a sign to stay, here is your sign.” So I am just reiterating these words in case you haven’t heard them before: Stay

If the river drowned you, would you say it was out of love? Was Vesuvius romantic just because two lovers died in each other’s arms, preserved in ash for all time? The answer to those questions is no, so why do we keep using love to justify pain? Love Does Not Hurt

It’s funny how boring normalcy seems until it is ripped away. Things we take for granted

He used to hold my face in his hands and say you’ll always be my Konstantine but he just knew the words, he didn’t know the meaning. He didn’t know one day I’d cut off my blonde hair and paint it black or cry in the mornings for no reason at all. We grew up we grew apart because forever is so easy at eighteen and so easy to forget by twenty-three. Konstantine, who?

You don't even remember, do you? Just some pretty words that slipped out after sex. Konstantine

I look at him and he looks right through me, as if he is trying to unsee me. As if I never even mattered just because I do not matter now. As if girls just give away love like a pile of worn clothes to charity, expecting nothing in return. The First Break

It was like watching a flickering candle near an open window; we knew our flame was going to burn out, we just didn’t know how long it would take. One year, two months, and seventeen days