Quotes About Emotional

I love traveling and I love seeing new places and meeting new people, but at the same time, it takes a certain amount of emotional strength to gel with that, at least for me.

Time doesn't heal all wounds, only distance can lessen the sting of them.

Writing is emotional...it is baring your soul to the world and waiting for someone to acknowledge and love it, or shun and hate it, or worse be indifferent about it.

When you're together with someone for some time, you will automatically depend on them as if they were a crutch. And then it ends.

They had always been comfortable together. She could hardly bear to be in his company now and to feel a stranger.

She did not want to think of him as a man who was perhaps essentially lonely.

But did he want to repeat that sort of relationship? . . . The inability to share any of his inner self with her?

You see now why I cannot marry you? I would never be able to rid myself of the shame of my past. And you would not be able to forget, either.

And that is something else you do . . . You joke a great deal about yourself so that no one can get close to really knowing you.

And I believe he has suffered in his life. He has a sensitivity to the hurts of others that can have come only from personal experience.

Time didn't heal all wounds. Counseling certainly helped glue the broken pieces back together, but mended cracks remained vulnerable forever.

Of course, not every single person was lonely, but he guessed that she was. She seemed in need of comfort and care, like a stray animal that gets fed by various kindly people but never held.

The editor self thinks only of saving the reader time and shaping a powerful emotional experience.

When you've been hurt enough as a kid (maybe at any age), it's like you have a trick knee. Most of your life, you can function like an adult, but add in the right portions of sleeplessness and stress and grief, and the hurt, defeated self can bloom into place.

was behind in every conceivable way. So the old attack dog started howling through my head as I'd

And the most important thing he told me was that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their dogs.

To eat liver, knowing that you, too, have a liver, brushes up against the cannibalism taboo. The closer we are to a species, emotionally or phylogenetically, the more potent our horror at the prospect of tucking in, the more butchery feels like murder. Pets and primates, wrote Mead, come under the category "unthinkable to eat." The same cultures that eat monkey meat have traditionally drawn the line at apes.

Continue for the present to write to me by every opportunity: I may receive your letters on some occasions when I need them most to support my spirits.

and I greatly need a friend who would have sense enough not to despise me as romantic, and affection enough for me to endeavour to regulate my mind.

Her health, and even the tranquillity of her hitherto constant spirit, had been shaken by what she had gone through.

I am not well; I am tired with this comfortless estrangement from all that is dear to me.

But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy; and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil. I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection.

Rather, it's your thoughts about these events, the ways you interpret them, and your physical reactions to these thoughts that produce an anxious emotional state.

We are constantly told that concern over the supposed cruelties of farming, as Stephen Budiansky puts it in The Covenant of the Wild, is a product of the soft urban mind-set, unaccustomed to the harsh realities of rural life. Another way of looking at this is that the urban types are not steeped in the ways of blood spilling and have no financial and emotional attachments to the practices in question. In other contexts, that's usually called objectivity.