Quotes About Emotional

She was worried these thoughts would crush her if she let them come, but they didn't. You didn't know how heavy they were until you tried to lift them. You didn't know how strong you were.

One time we couldn't even get out the front door, there was so much being thrown, so everybody retreated, including the person who was going to drive the van. I remember the driver crying; it had never happened to him before. The lady who was with him just kept saying, "Oh, this is normal, this is normal." And he kept saying, "These poor girls, these poor girls.

Everyone says little kids don't break, but they do. Inside. I broke when my father walked out on us.

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You don't have to love somebody to miss them. You get used to having them around, like a cat or a bird.

because in point of fact we would have come flying if we had known remotely how much he was suffering.

Sometimes we are too fragile to to this work; we cannot risk being shattered because we are not ready to put ourselves back together again.

I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.

Sometimes trust isn't something you can just choose to do even if it makes sense. All my life the only reliable person, the one I could count on, the one who hasn't abandoned me, is me.

At the same time, though, I was beginning to wonder if this was just how it was supposed to be for me, like perhaps I wasn't capable of having that many people in my life at any one time. My mom turned up, Nate walked away, one door opening as another clicked shut.

And so we stood there in the kitchen, my mother and I, facing off over everything that had built up since June, when I was willing to hand myself over free and clear. Now I needed her to return it all to me, with the faith that I could make my own way.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

And guys don't get attached, guys don't give themselves over completely, and guys lie. That's why they should be handled with great trepidation, not trusted, and held at arm's length whenever possible.

In the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

The past was so sticky, full of land mines: I made it a point, usually, not to be so detailed in the map of myself I handed over to a guy. And the song, that song, was one of the biggest keys to me. Like a soft spot, a bruise that never quite healed right. The first place I was sure they would strike back, when the time came for them to do so.

My mother had always been the point that I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well.

Life was going on. I didn't even have a scar, this time, to remind me of what happened. But sometimes, when I glanced sideways at Rogerson in the car, or right before I fell asleep at night, I would have a sudden flash of his face again, how it had literally changed right before my eyes. And even as life settled back to normal, and we never discussed it, there was a part of me waiting, always braced and ready for him to do it again.

It was awful, but it's over. And now I feel like I'm finally coming up for air. Yes, well, it's been a very stressful time for both of us, said Leonard. How has it been stressful for you? said Holly. I had that move. Holly just looked at him. What, said Leonard. You moved apartments said Holly.

And he makes all sorts of people feel that he has exactly what they've been looking for. Subtlety for the subtle. Warmth for the warm. For the crude, crudity. For the crooks, hypocrisy. Atrocity for the atrocious. Whatever your heart desires. Emotional plasma which can circulate in any system.

Pre-suading, or setting the table, is about creating mental and emotional associations that carry over. If you get the mood right, and your credibility is high, you're halfway done with your persuasion before anyone knows you started.

Trump knew his Republican base has a strong negative reaction to O'Donnell, so he bonded with them on that point. This is the persuasion method known as pacing and leading. First you match your audience's emotional condition to gain trust, and later you are in a position to lead them.

Il libro era uno di quelli che tengono avvinto un animo delicato e non lo lasciano più andare.

On going to hell…. "When I think of judgment day, I get emotional. It's a heavy thing. I did what I did and there's no erasing it. I can write an honest book, be an honest man, help little old ladies across the street but what's done is done. There's no escaping that. Whatever it is, I'll do my time, even for eternity.

The worse anyone feels, the worse treated he is. Fools elect fools.