Quotes About Emotional

I was a very lonley child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is "starved". I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I'd done which meant I didn't deserve it.

Abandonment actually is quite facilitative at this stage. When Wanderers do not let another in, whether it is parent, lover, therapist, analyst, or teacher, it is important for that helper to pull away so that Wanderers can experience fully the aloneness they have created for their own growth. Otherwise, they will be diverted from recognizing their loneliness by fighting off the assaults of others against their walls.

Their stories, so different on the face of it, are linked by common psychological and neurological mechanisms that can create false memories that nonetheless feel vividly, emotionally real. These memories do not develop overnight, in a blinding flash. They take months, sometimes years, to develop, and the stages by which they emerge are now well known to psychological scientists.

Infidelity doesn't have to be the most devastating that can happen in a marriage.

Tragedy whores don't feel the foundation break apart beneath their feet—the reeling blast of emptiness, though to watch them you might think so. They're voyeurs. They feed like coffin flies on drama, embroiled in virtual grief and the illusion of heartbreak. They all have stories they want to tell, insist on telling, proclaiming their link to tragedy. Emotional rubberneckers. I

And what did you say?" "I said I think that all children do better with happy parents than married parents.

This is like the end of The Corrections," I say and the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates. You turn the page and there is nothing and we are both crying.

You look up and now I see a part of you that's new to me, a part that does want to be killed and I don't think you've ever been loved the right way and you don't say anything and I don't say anything and we both know that you're testing me, testing the world. You didn't get off that stage tonight until the last person stopped clapping and you didn't tie your shoelaces and you blamed the world when you tripped.

feel like a sucker and I want to tear my own head off because I can't believe that I fell for his bullshit. I can't believe I told him things I never tell anyone.

It's the little things that seal the cracks in your heart.

I needed cutting now the way a diabetic needs insulin. It was a bulwark, steady and unyielding, I could throw up against the insidious, corrosive lapping of a whispering sea of uneasiness.

My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.

We weren't victims,' Madeleine Dissoubray would later say. 'It wasn't like the Jews or the gypsies. We saw the German posters, we read about the penalties, we heard about the torture. We knew what we were doing. It was our choice, and this gave us a strong emotional link.' (Moorehead, 2011, 161)

But research coming from the fields of evolutionary biology, physiology and neuroscience is all pointing to the fact that walking a lot, and running a little, made our species what it is today. If we don't do it enough, we risk losing our mental and emotional edge.

I can't get myself to say what happened next. I cannot cope with even thinking about this let alone living with it." "It is so degrading and I try to forget, it hurts so much because she is my mother." - Graham talks about being sexually abused by his mother

I dislike your formality."...."Your formality keeps us at arms length when I want not even a hairbreadths between us.

Teach me to feel another's woe To hide the fault I see That mercy I to others shew That mercy shew to me.95 –1787

People around the world are confusing the therapeutic value of self-expression with permission to manipulate others with their wounds.

I suspect that no matter what happens I will allow it to hurt me. Eat away at my insides, as it were—as it will be. As it always has been. Why am I so accessible? Why do I give myself to people who will always and should always remain strangers? I have always relied on the cruelty of strangers and I must stop it now.

George says that if you look at the person someone chooses to have "a relationship" with, you'll see what they think of themselves. So Harrison is what I think of myself. It's hardly a relationship, but nevertheless he is a choice. I examined all the options and chose the most likely to leave. No emotional investments. Never love for me—only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them—my choices are always on the run.

He wasn't physically impotent. So the impotence must lie in his soul. Finding oblivion in a moment's ecstasy was all he could manage.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

As we read on a daily basis, growing in our skill in Bible reading, the rhythm of a life lived deeply in God's Word will become as nurturing as our daily meals, as spiritually strengthening as daily exercise, and as emotionally satisfying as a good-morning kiss from a spouse. It takes discipline, but Bible reading can come to be a discipline of delight if we open our hearts and lives to it.