Quotes About Resurfacing

The sunken are always seeking earth again

You think it begins to diminish with time, the pain, then it comes back and hits you with a rawness and freshness you had forgotten.

it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

The recommended practice is to stop for five minutes at half of the deepest depth to which you have been diving and to stop again at a depth of 15 to 20 feet (4.5 to 6.1 m) for five minutes before surfacing.

It's fascinating how often theological throwaway comes back to haunt you.

An old, secret pain welled up in him, begging for healing.

it was as if these memories had been hibernating in him, not dead but merely dormant, weathering out, and now they stumbled out of their thousand dens.

It was as if all these memories had been hibernating in him, not dead but merely dormant, weathering it out, and now they stumbled out of their thousand dens.

I se parea ca i se garuase creierul, scurgandu-i-se substan?a. Amintirile demult ascunse în str?funduri ?â?neau la suprafa?? ca ?obolanii care fug de pe o corabie care naufragiaz? ?i sar în valuri.

The past is never really gone. It only lies in wait for you, remembered or forgotten.

It was dread. A dread of going back into that other, long-dead life—or what he had thought was long-dead.

I tried to avoid Mimi. Her presence seemed to call forth every rejection I'd ever experienced—the teachers who'd looked at me as though I held no promise, the boys who didn't like me back. Around her, I became fourteen again.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.

Tužne uspomene dugo drijemaju u jednom od bezbrojnih šupljina sje?anja, godinama, desetlje?ima, ?itavog života. Zatim jednog lijepog dana isko?e na površinu, bol koja ih prati iznova je prisutna, snažna i oštra kao onog davnog dana.

Anger has a way of returning.

You can outrun your memories, but sometime, you will have to stop. And when you do, there will always be Stepmother, waiting to be remembered.

One of the outcomes of attempting to ignore emotional pain is chandeliering. We think we've packed the hurt so far down that it can't possibly resurface, yet all of a sudden, a seemingly innocuous comment sends us into a rage or sparks a crying fit. Or maybe a small mistake at work triggers a huge shame attack. Perhaps a colleague's constructive feedback hits that exquisitely tender place and we jump out of our skin.

Comes a day when everything you thought you had put behind you sets up its tent in the middle of what you were still hoping you could call tomorrow and yells out, 'Right this way.'Well, here I come.

My half-suppressed Canadian years, my whole childhood and youth, rose like a corpse from the bottom of the sea to confront me.

Cedo ou tarde, o oceano do tempo nos devolve as lembranças que enterramos nele.

But the memories... one pops up, I push it away and then another appears.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.

What happens in the past, is in the past. But don't be surprised if it comes back and haunts you.

Existem meditações que se poderiam chamar verticais; quando se está lá no fundo, é preciso tempo para voltar à superfície.