Quotes About Emotional

But she knew that sometimes you grabbed hold of whatever you could to stay afloat. And maybe all that black was a shield, a way to say to people: 'don't talk to me, don't approach me, don't ask your ordinary, everyday questions when my world has exploded.

He pulled back and slowly got to his feet. We've all been carrying this baggage for too long. Some of us have tried to go on. He looked at her. And some of us have refused to. But all of us are hurting. I'm your father. She's your mother - whatever she's done or hasn't done, or said or hasn't said - she a part of you and you're a part of her. Don't you see that you can't be whole without her?

I am like some wounded animal in a darkened lair, nursing the thorn in my paw, unable to find anyone to take it out.

Relying on people for comfort had never felt natural to her. The last thing she wanted was to give someone the power to hurt her.

He had abandoned her after all; it filled her with the kind of bone-deep disappointment she knew so well.

She was so tired of begging people to love her.

I feel Ã¢â'¬Â¦ undone by this

She was afraid that if she really held on to him, she'd never let go. She had to be cautious from now on, treat him as she would a skittish cat; be careful to never move too fast or need too much.

Why, of all the lessons she should have learned from her mother, had she held on to this most hurtful one?

Relying on people for comfort had never felt natural to her. The last thing she wanted was to give someone the power to hurt her. Self-preservation was the one thing she'd learned from her mother.

Every time someone hurts you, you carry a little piece of that with you. When it's one of the people who's supposed to love you most in the world, well, I'd imagine that takes a whole chunk out of your faith in humanity.

Now I think pain loses its power when we share it.

pain loses its power when we share it.

Of course, the ways we carry dysfunction through our family lineage are not so funny. To break the chain, I must pause to ask myself: What dysfunctional behaviors do I practice by habits that come from my own subconscious psychological patterning because of my upbringing? Emotional patterns and ways of being are handed down from generation to generation like family heirlooms—and while many may be positive, many can also be oppressive.

Mag sein, daß die Leute sagen werden, ich bleibe daheim, um mich nicht von den dunklen Augen Ninos trennen zu müssen. Mag sein. Vielleicht haben diese Menschen auch recht. Denn diese dunklen Augen sind für mich wie die heimatliche Erde, wie der Ruf der Heimat nach ihrem Sohn, den ein Fremder auf fremde Wege verleiten will. Ich bleibe, um die dunklen Augen der Heimat vor dem Unsichtbaren zu schützen.

I feel compelled to say fuck you fuck you to those of you who have absolutely no regard for me as a person. You have raped me harder than you'll ever know. So again I say fuck you although this phrase has totally lost its meaning. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU.

Don't you see I need to be here so they can fix the damage that's been done to my heart? Who's gonna fix the damage that's been done to mine?

Center for Relational Recovery on a pleather

Dealing with the loss of Kelsey should have made her more attuned to the agony of others,

The hurt that troubled children create is never greater than the hurt they feel.

I know, Ezra, that I tend to be a bit impulsive at times, but it all seems so reasonable at the time I do these things, and so unreasonable when everyone looks back at what happened and what I did." "Well,

There was no physical wound—our transformation healed all injuries—but the betrayal would be etched in our minds forever.

First and foremost, I'd say my father, Bert Lahr ... gave me a love of theatre--its kinetic and emotional potential and its raffish backstage fun--and also set an artistic example of the importance of corrupting an audience with pleasure.

Her despair may have gone, but it had left its heaviness draped over her, thick and bleak.