Quotes About Emotional

The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.

The dichotomy between the spiritual and the political is also false, resulting from an incomplete attention to our erotic knowledge. For the bridge which connects them is formed by the erotic—the sensual—those physical, emotional, and psychic expressions of what is deepest and strongest and richest within each of us, being shared: the passions of love, in its deepest meanings.

It has become fashionable to separate the spiritual (psychic and emotional) from the political, to see them as contradictory or antithetical. 'What do you mean, a poetic revolutionary, a meditating gunrunner?

Poor souls. I feel so sorry for them.

All children should be loved, protected, nurtured --emotionally and intellectually-- respected, and never, under any circumstances, underestimated.

My mistake was in underestimating the emotional force of a song you have already hear a thousand times.

It was impossible to escape her. She provided no natural break in the conversation, and she spoke with such intensity that I would have had to abruptly shout SHUT THE FUCK UP, punch her, and then run away in order to be free.

I think you're healthy in certain ways, and I think you're a pathetic disaster in others.

The Anti-christ of mental health and emotional maturity.

Therapy could be of tremendous benefit to "getting over" one's past if the therapy is focused on specific ways to stop submitting to the temptation to obsess. Many people with difficult histories carry these histories with them, burnishing the past with each retelling.

All children should be loved, protected, nurtured—emotionally and intellectually—respected, and never, under any circumstances, underestimated. Especially, most essentially, by themselves. *

That is self-pity and it is dangerous because it signals a lack of accountability for one's mental state and, worse, the outcome of one's life.

Don't think for a minute that bad publicity and endless criticism don't leave their claw marks on everyone concerned. Your friends try to cheer you up by saying lightly, I suppose you get used to it, and ignore it. You try. You try damned hard. But you never get used to it. It always wounds and hurts.

Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.

Every form of happiness is private. Our greatest moments are personal, self-motivated, not to be touched. The things which are sacred or precious to us are the things we withdraw from promiscuous sharing.

Callahan's Law: Shared pain is lessened; Shared joy is increased.

No insults, please! said Pugg. For I am not your usual uncouth pirate, but refined and with a Ph.D., and therefore extremely high-strung.

Then I'll answer you now. I didn't ask for this conversation. I didn't go poking around in your business. I'm not ordering or forbidding you to do anything, and I wouldn't even if I could. It was you, you came here and laid everything out, and do you know why? No? So as to get it off your chest. Dump it on someone else. I know that burden, my friend! That's right, don't interrupt!

While in their conference room perusing some papers, he came upon a middle manager who was being yelled at by a senior vice president of finance. The poor man's shoulders were bent with anguish, his eyes were red and runny with sadness and humiliation, his hands shook, and he could scarcely raise his voice to defend himself.

I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.

The one thing I did ask my dad was about the boys problems at home. Whether or not he thought the parents hit their son. He told me to mind my own business. Because he didn't know and would never ask and didn't think it mattered. Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, its no excuse.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except "be there." I want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So, I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist.

I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like. It's much easier not to know things sometimes.