Quotes About Emotional

When self-esteem is low, our resilience in the face of life's adversities is diminished.

If one partner in a marriage whose self-esteem is deteriorating sees that the partner's self-esteem is growing, the response is sometimes anxiety and an attempt to sabotage the growth process.

If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more. The latter is perhaps the truest theory.

Oriunde exist? o inim? È™i o minte, bolile trupeÈ™ti poart? însemnele acestora.

Please," he begs, his tears overwhelming his emotional nanites' attempt to ease his distress. "Please give me a sign. That's all I ask. Just a sign that you haven't abandoned me." And then I realize that, although there is a law against my direct communication with an unsavory, I do not have a law against signs and wonders.

He only wishes there were something that would heal the scars in his mind, which he can still feel. He sees his mind now as an archipelago of islands that he labors to build bridges between - and while he's had great success engineering the most spectacular of bridges, he suspects there are some islands that he'll never reach.

She supposed it must always be this way; once the unthinkable settles into being the norm you become numb to it. She never wanted to be that numb.

I wish you could have felt that slap I wish you could feel the pain.

And why? Because of words? Words don't hurt you. Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

At home they expect you to be fixed, she says. They say they understand, but the only people who really understand are the ones who've been to That Place, too. It's like a man telling a woman he knows what it feels like to give birth

Si no lloras hasta quedarte dormida de vez en cuando, es que no cuentas con la compasión necesaria para ser segadora.

Words don't hurt you." Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

Which is worse, I wonder- watching everyone you know fall into a ravine, or shaking their reality with such force that it ruins them.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.

Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

jan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.

I am sick with caring.

Jim, did your father really blow his brains out because of your mother?" "Yeah. He was on the telephone. He told her he had a gun. He said, 'If you don't come back to me I'm going to kill myself. Will you come back to me?' And my mother said, 'No.' There was a shot and that was that." "What did your mother do?" "She hung up.

I don't know how he does it but every woman he meets is crazy. he will get rid of one crazy woman but he never gets any relief— another crazy moves right in with him. it's only after they move in and begin acting more than strange that they admit to him that they've done madhouse time or that their families have a long history of mental illness.

That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.

They needed me to make themselves feel better. Just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

I listened and listened and listened, thinking what will I do now? How will I get this poor mad bastard to shut up? I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

I feel for the lonely, I sense their need, but I also feel that the lonely are for one another and that they should find each other and leave me alone.

You said a bad word!" Lyssa hammed it up, eyes wide and limpid, and cranked her tear ducts all the way from Flood Danger: Raise the Thames Barrier to Critical Emergency: Three Gorges Spillway Eroding.