Quotes About Emotional

I felt if I didn't write nobody would accept me as a human being. Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing and love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Living with her was like living with my own coffin: Yet I still depended on her, though I did it regretfully.

Estos cuatro cuadrantes son el mundo físico, el mundo mental, el mundo emocional y el mundo espiritual.

My mother would take the Band-Aid off, clean the wound, and say, "Things that are covered don't heal well." Mother was right. Things that are covered do not heal well.

You are the consciousness of your unhappy family. Its bird sent flying through the purgatorial flame.

You don't have to access the physical details to address the emotional damage within yourself. You can't escape your own experience.

Her immediate, instinctive response was to distract herself with physical pain. She wanted to go to the kitchen and get a knife and cut herself to relieve the pressure and clear her mind.

arranging to be emotionally tortured for four years by basketball loving escapees from the Silmarillion.

A depressão atormentava Ignatiev todas as noites. Pesada, desconcertante, de cabeça baixa, sentava-se na beira da cama e pegava-lhe na mão - uma enfermeira triste para um doente incurável. E passavam horas em silêncio, de mão dada.

He felt as if his flesh had been neatly filleted and packed with salt, each organ stuffed with burning coals, his bones drilled open and filled with molten lead.

Sensitive individuals process experiences more thoroughly than others do.

Complicating matters even further, on a day-to-day basis, in the same individual, the sensory sensitivities can change, especially when the person is tired or stressed. These

melodramatic.

she wanted the man who held his infant daughter in his arms with fatherly affection, the man who could talk to her for hours and hours on a blanket in the grass,laid out under the trees.that man for some reason was out of reach.

But we can't change the past. Imagining what might have been is a pointless exercise. That much, I knew. Rationally, at least. Emotionally, it was another issue altogether,

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

It was her way of saying, "You should kill yourself.

I don't know why I can't let the insults go, but I can't. I'm the product of every hurt that's ever been laid on me.

I never sexually 'let down' much with people—male or female. Perhaps because to me, as an only and over-loved child, I associated caresses with the threat of possession. And my yearning for love with vulnerability.

Me das risa, pobre. Tus determinaciones trágicas, esa manera de andar golpeando las puertas como una actriz de tournées de provincia, uno se pregunta si realmente crees en tus amenazas, tus chantajes repugnantes, tus inagotables escenas patéticas untadas de lágrimas y adjetivos y recuentos.

Figuring out what is your stuff and what is other people's stuff can be a lifelong journey.

If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge. You don't know the hold our mothers have on us, even the ones that are never around.

Rosa is pushing all the buttons.

Spend time reflecting on your emotional and physical existence and how that applies to the voice. You have to apply that wisdom and experience when you sing - it's what comes through.