Quotes About Emotional

For the fragmented man creates the homogenized Western world, while oral societies are made up of people differentiated, not by their specialist skills or visible marks, but by their unique emotional mixes.

You'll never be hurt as much by being open as you have been remaining closed.

My theory is - we don't really go that far into other people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and quickly as if anybody's there.

The children of the nuclear age, I think, were weakened in their capacity to love. Hard to love, when you're bracing yourself for impact. Hard to love, when the loved one, and the lover, might at any instant become blood and flames, along with everybody else.

Some unknown but apparently significant number of both homosexual and heterosexual couples do seem to believe that sex is hottest with comparative strangers and love is the property of emotional trust and intimacy.

She, too, wanted "the option of random sex with no emotional commitment" when in the mood for physical release, though she predicted that if women also had bathhouses, they would be "less competitive than the gay men's baths, more laughter would ring in the sauna, and you'd touch not only to fuck but just to touch.

A "successful" relationship is best defined not as one that sustains erotic intensity but rather one that helps to soften the brute fact that we're alone in this world—and will leave it.

What is more tragic than to see a person who has risen to the disciplined heights of tough-mindedness but has at the same time sunk to the passionless depths of hard-heartedness?

We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive.He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love

The limitation of riots, moral questions aside, is that they cannot win and their participants know it. Hence, rioting is not revolutionary but reactionary because it invites defeat. It involves an emotional catharsis, but it must be followed by a sense of futility.

Tell me how much you have entered into the suffering of those around you, and I will tell you how much you love them.

I'm just saying there's no excuse for a man to hit a woman. None. Period. But verbal beatings can be worse. More insidious, in that the scars aren't visible. Words can be killers.

The trouble with running away is that you must always take yourself with you.

Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway, will do you the world of good. Secrets need an outlet if they are not to fester and become an unbearable burden.

The best way to cope with pain was to pass it on to someone else.

I can't, she whispered. I am so afraid, Robert. I am afraid to love again. I know, he said, but I am afraid not to. Look ahead, Elizabeth. Ten years. Twenty years. Thirty. Can you bear to think of the emptiness? I cannot. I need you and I believe you need me just as much. Come back to me, love. Please.

We had risen to go, but there was something in the woman's voice which arrested Holmes's attention. He turned swiftly upon her. Your life is not your own, he said. Keep your hands off it. What use is it to anyone? How can you tell? The example of patient suffering is in itself the most precious of all lessons to an impatient world.

If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobu's words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled me to hide behind.

Mi madre y mi padre habían muerto y yo no podía hacer nada para cambiarlo. Pero supongo que yo también había estado en cierto modo muerta aquel último año. Y mi hermana... pues sí, se había ido; pero yo no me había ido.

One can even say that we require at all times a certain quantity of care or sorrow or want, as a ship requires ballast, in order to keep on a straight course.

She sensed that in some strange tangential way, he needed her shade as much as she needed his. And she had learned from experience that Need was a warehouse that could accommodate a considerable amount of cruelty.

Addiction has its own mnemonics- skin, smell, the length of the loved one's fingers. In Tilo's case it was the slant of her eyes, the shape of her mouth, the almost invisible scar that slightly altered the symmetry of her lips and made her look defiant even when she did not mean to, the way her nostrils flared, announcing the displeasure even before hr eyes did.

We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.

You loved people and you came to depend on their being there. but people died or changed or went away and it hurt too much. The only way to avoid that poin was not to love anyone, and not to let anyone get too close or too important. The secret of not being hurt like this again, I decided, was never depending on anyone, never needing, never loving. It is the last dream of children, to be forever untouched.