Hearts Therapeutic Quotes & Sayings

Exercise is the single best thing you can do for your brain in terms of mood, memory, and learning. — John Ratey

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, Always do what you are afraid to do. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I changed my mind because of a scene between Howard Cunningham and Richie. The father-son situation was written so movingly, I fell in love with the project. — Tom Bosley

Junk is the ideal product ... the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. — William S. Burroughs

I find that when the pain gets bad enough there are only three things to do - get drunk, kill yourself or laugh. I usually get drunk and laugh. — Charles Bukowski

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts. — Patricia Briggs

Everything I was feeling, all the hurt and the pain and the emotion I was going through, I put into my music. — Keith Sweat

Wishes were like poison, Jimmy thought. When you made them, they were all bright and shiny, sweet as candy. But they lingered and languished and didn't come true, and so they curdled and went bad. Became toxic. That's why he never made them to begin with. — Kim Fielding

But my sense in talking to people when I travel is that the film business is not that dissimilar from a lot of other businesses. — Steven Soderbergh

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp! — Melissa De La Cruz

There are a bunch of images that are thrown in our faces all the time about what we're supposed to look like at 14, 15, 16. It's confusing. I think every woman can identify with that struggle. — Zoe Kravitz

She went to the window and looked out. The ground fell away to a branch where willows burned lime green in the sunset. Dark little birds kept crossing the fields to the west like heralds of some coming dread. Below the branch stood the frame of an outhouse from which the planks had been stripped for firewood and there hung from the ceiling a hornetnest like a gross paper egg. The tinker returned from the cart with a lantern — Cormac McCarthy