Quotes About Emotional

Our attitude to these criticisms must be determined by our whole moral and emotional reaction to the future of international relations and the Peace of the World.

This is the first real conversation we're having and already I'm burdening you with my emotional baggage.

With all the advances in medicine and technology, why has someone not created a pill that cures heartbreak? Emotional penicillin. Why has someone not invented software that will sweep all traces of your ex out of your brain or an app that eliminates unrequited love?

Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.

The only happiness left her was in making some one else happy.

We think of forgiveness as a thing. An incident. A choice. But forgiveness is a process. A long, exhausting process. A series of choices that we have to make over, and over, and over again.

No, worse. It had never existed. I had invented it; I had allowed myself to be deluded, because I had so badly wanted it to exist. I had wanted to belong to a thing. I had wanted to need and be needed. Why are we born needing impossible things? Why is it that we all have things we need to live that simply do not exist in the universe? A purpose in life. Unconditional love? Our emotional needs met? Ha. What cruel asshole thought this shit up?

I'm not concerned about any terrible things you might have done," he said quietly. "I'm concerned about the terrible things that happened to you.

Anyway, dissociation is a great coping skill. It can keep you going and functional basically forever. The problems hit when it starts to break down, which is essentially as soon as you start to question your own detachment.

You manage to disentangle yourself, but then you're out in the hard, cold universe, and suddenly everybody is disagreeing with you-and you have no idea how to manage disagreement and how awful it makes you feel, having never experienced it at all.

I was asking a sick plant for emotional labor so I could find the courage to ask them things I knew would hurt them greatly. But I was a sick mammal, so I suppose it evened out.

Rien thought she was speaking to comfort herself as muc as to comfort Rien, and found that, in itself, strangely…well, comforting.

You let your guard down to one person, pretty soon other people started creeping in over the razor wire and around the force fields, too. And then they inevitably hurt you, and what might have been a few chips and dents of your deflectors were working turned, instead into a full-sledged meteor storm, leaving behind cracked bones and big meaty gauges.

Tristen had been alone so long that the affectionate proximity of another organic chipped at his rough edges, like wear smoothing a rusted bearing, and what was left functioned better than the grief-etched surfaces of before.

What did it hurt me to be honest with her? To be vulnerable?

I kept waiting for her to reach out, to ask, to flirt. To get back to her gaslighting games, to get whatever she wanted from me.

Muire really needed to stop taking in candle-flicker strays. She tried, Light knew: she held herself aloof, didn't place calls, avoided social engagements. Sh didn't take lovers. She didn't need friends. She especially didn't need friends who would inevitably break her heart with their fragility, their evanescence, the shadow-quick passing of their mortal lives.

His voice, softly cultured as ever, showed little of the emotional strain until he dropped his hands to his side and swore.

You get so used to hurting that when it goes away not being in pain doesn't even feel normal, exactly.

Did his own need, too barely exposed, burn friendship out? Or was he one of those unfortunates who were quite unaware of some element in themselves which repelled intimacy and blighted emotional response? After all, the ability to form satisfying personal relationships did not lie with everyone. It was part instinct, part luck, part hard work, endless unselfish giving. Hope. Loyalty.

Sacrificers," said Matchett, "are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those that they sacrifice

because there are no winners in this sorry state of affairs. We are all losers; we are all diminished.

She never knew from one moment to the next how he was going to behave toward her and therefore she constantly had to adjust her balance. It was exhausting.

Russell made a comment to Charlotte about how she struck him as being really kind of healthy, in an emotional way, which wasn't completely surprising -- she knew she was fairly adroit at making people think she had it going on in that way (which gets into another whole thing about whether that was really a useful trait, which in fact she was pretty sure it wasn't, considering that maybe she could actually get some help from people, if she were willing to admit she needed any).