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“There are only two kinds of people who can drain your energy: those you love, and those you fear. In both instances it is you who let them in. They did not force their way into your aura, or pry their way into your reality experience.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“When negative thoughts about anything â€� be it a person, an unhealthy habit, a circumstance or a work deadline â€� surround our existence, we tend to feel helpless, for our energies are draining faster than we had anticipated.”
― Dr Prem Jagyasi

“When you feel out of sorts for reasons that you can’t understand, spend some time with your inner self to analyze and locate the areas where you are wasting â€� or draining â€� your energies.”
― Dr Prem Jagyasi

“Maybe it was just my life, my strange and always stranger life, taking all the life out of me.”
― Catherine Lacey, The Answers

“Imagine a personality so taking that others would pay their last simply to be in its presence. Then of course a number of people go for the polar opposite, too (the one not 'as well'): the one so toxic, others would rather pay their last for it to go away.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“Being in its presence was weirdly fatiguing for Uncharles. He had never encountered another robot with so many undirected tics and mannerisms. Processing them was a serious drain on his system resources.”
― Adrian Tchaikovsky, Service Model

“SÃ¥ blev allting borta i en mörkröd dimma och ett brus, som först tilltog skrämmande, men sÃ¥ dog dÃ¥net smÃ¥ningom bort, och den röda dimman blev tunnare och ljusare, och till sist var den som ett lätt morgondis, innan solen bryter igenom, och det var alldeles ljudlöst, och hon visste att nu dog hon -”
― Sigrid Undset, The Cross

“Employment leaves you bare and empty”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Cassian strode in, a tray of food in hand, and halted when he didn't find her on the bed. His eyes shot to the sunken pool, and she could have sworn he almost dropped the tray onto the white carpet. 'I... You.'

His loss of words was enough to pull her from her thoughts, to curve the corners of her mouth upward. 'Me?'

He shook his head like a wet dog. 'I bought some food. I assumed you'd want dinner.'

'There's no dining room?'

'There is, but I thought you might need to unwind.'

She surveyed him, surprised that he knew her well enough to guess that the thought of speaking to everyone again, of dressing in suitable clothes, was draining- miserable. Knew her well enough to grasp that she'd rather eat in her room and piece herself together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames