Quotes About Emotional

Real literature was about psychological, emotional and social truth as demonstrated by the actions and reflections of its protagonists; the novel was about character developed over time.

How could I possibly be a better person without her than with her? Later, I thought: but he is just echoing Nietzsche's line about what doesn't kill us making us stronger. And as it happens, I have long considered this epigram particularly specious. There are many things that fail to kill us but weaken us for ever. Look around at those emotionally damaged by mere ordinary life.

The panic takes some to God, others to despair, some to charitable works, others to drink, some to emotional oblivion, others to a life where they hope that nothing serious will ever trouble them again.

You're still in it. You'll always be in it. No, not literally. But in your heart. Nothing ever ends, not if it's gone that deep. You'll always be walking wounded. That's the only choice, after a while. Walking wounded, or dead. Don't you agree?

Some of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of…healing?

When and if Violet ever fell in love, lightning would split the heavens, tectonic plates would shift, continents would reorder themselves. Because she might be willful and spoiled and impetuous, but no one loved with the force of his sister. Her love story would be epic.

but the pain was old to him, and somehow it had become a part of him. He could bear it and speak of it. It had shaped him; he had accomodated it. He had loved abd he had lost and it had made him who he was.

Folk are easy hurt, no doubt about that. Easy wounded. Easy broken.

Don't load yourself up too heavy. Even the strongest heart has a breaking point.

The icy lump of silence that lay between us was apparently too deeply frozen to melt under just any pretext. The questions I had prepared as I walked along—possible opportunities for conversation—were so many matches held against an iceberg.

what Tibetan Buddhists call "the inability to bear the sight of another's sorrow," so that we feel it almost as intensely as we feel our own. We

Bruises fade and bones heal, but a scorched heart may take years to mend.

She used to grip me so tightly that the only way I could put her down was to pry her loose, one digit at a time. For two years, I had bruises from her fingers and toes all over my body.

Instead I watched our mother obsessively for signs of breakage.

badness doesn't come all at once. The dominoes fall over time. You hurt someone by mistake and they let you get away with it. Then you try hurting them on purpose, and they still stick around. And then you realize that the more you hurt them, the better you feel. So you keep hurting them, and they keep hanging on, and the years roll by and you convince yourself that the fact that they still stand by you means that the pain you cause is okay.

As your mother has said, Paul could be a belt in a doughnut factory, he is so good at sticky, emotional conveyances.

Will's scars were both emotional and physical. He didn't trust people - at least not enough. Getting him to talk about his feelings was like pulling teeth. Actually, getting him to talk about anything of true importance was like pulling the Titanic through quicksand. With a shoestring.

My father is dead. My husband left me. The last few days have been the shittiest days I've had since you were shot and Mama died. I'm sorry I'm not happy and peppy for you, but my give-a-fuck is broken .

He narrows your life. That's what men like Nick do. They pull you away from everything you love so that they are the only thing you focus on." Laura felt the need to add, "If you let them.

Her only question then had been, Why am I not enough? Now her only question was Why are you such a needy bastard? "I just needed a break," he told her, another old standard.

He beat the shit out of you. That's not love.

Is it me? Is it like I have a beacon that only dogs and men with severe emotional problems can hear?

To commiserate is sometimes more than to give, for money is external to a man's self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own soul.

In a man, I like funny guys. A guy who doesn't have a lot of therapy, who's mature. A man, not a boy.