Quotes About Emotional

The experience generated powerful, lifelong fears of being hurt and betrayed. Two marriages ended in divorce because he couldn't learn to trust.

Every decision you make becomes intricately interwoven with the rest of your family. Your feelings, behaviors, and decisions are no longer your own. You are not yourself, you are an appendage of your family system.

everything had changed, and she had crumpled in front of me, and become wholly broken and lost...

I felt heavy and sick in my head, stale and tired and jangled too, my nerves and my imagination were all on edge.

Remember, she has a right-and you have an obligation-to protect her from a sense of premature intrusion into her private feelings, particularly since you have not assessed what effect such revelations will have on her functioning.

She looked both hurt and broken. As if her spirit had received one too many mortal blows.

I like that you're emotionally broken, she said cheerfully. It keeps the playing field level. I'm not broken. I'm quirky. Is that what we're calling it?

There would still be challenges and moments when she wanted to curl up and keen. But knowing she could count on herself in a crisis was something she planned to hang on to for a very long time.

I don't care about someone being intelligent; any situation between people, when they are really human with each other, produces 'intelligence.

Somewhere, some place inside myself, I am detached. I have always been detached (in part). Always.

My emotional life: dialectic between craving for privacy and need to submerge myself in a passionate relationship to another. With him I have neither, neither privacy or passion. Neither the heightening of self which is won by privacy and loneliness, nor the splendid heroic beautiful loss of self that accompanies passion.

A writer who acts as public conscience needs extraordinary nerve and fine instincts, like a boxer. After a time, these instincts inevitably falter. He also needs to be emotionally tough. Camus was not that tough, not tough in the way that Sartre is.

It is intolerable to have one's own sufferings twinned with anybody else's.

No one is a devil if fully heard.

I hate when people dismiss the loss of an object because "it's just a thing." Things are important. They give comfort, shelter, style, identity. The sum total of your things is a road map of your life. They show where you've been, what you accomplished, who you loved, who loved you back. They are an expression of who you are. You can learn a lot about a person by their things. Material things are not what's most important in life, of course!

A fresh eddy of sadness washed over Natalie, and she shuddered with emotional pain. When would the tears stop? When would the pain subside? It wasn't like a headache or illness that could be cured by swallowing a pill. No, this ache of missing and regret felt like a constant, incurable condition.

Can I carry Something? Caroline offered. Just your emotional baggage, Virginia said, picking up an appetizer tray.

The emotional toll itself was exhausting. Her dreams were haunted by visions of the rape and its aftermath, the violation of everything that made her human.

He was a hopeless romantic.

Adoption is the start of a bittersweet and difficult emotional journey. It's also the most rewarding and selfless thing I've ever done.

I don't want her to feel as if she's responsible for my happiness. Good lord, who would wish that on a child?

But between then and now, I had met McQuaid. I had lived with him and learned that sustainable love doesn't grow out of superheated physical passion, but out of simply holding hands and holding on, day in and day out. I'd learned that "good" really is enough, not because you're settling for something less, but because "fantastic" and "incredible" burn you out emotionally, just as life in the fast lane bums you out physically.

He felt that the job was not particularly hazardous physically but was incredibly hazardous emotionally and too often led to divorce, alcoholism, and suicide. No, policemen were not danger lovers, they were seekers of the awesome, the incredible, even the unspeakable in human experience. Never mind whether they could interpret, never mind if it was potentially hazardous to the soul. To be there was the thing.

I believe now that I was exposed too early to goodness and that I never recovered.