Quotes About Emotional

What I couldn't see is that sometimes the healing is not in the forgetting but in the letting go.

You were breaking my bones and spirit and forcing your beastly love on me: a brute, a savage, a wild Indian wouldn't do what you did, slobbering round me and calling it love and filling me with children month after month and year after year while I hated and detested you and screamed in your ears to get away from me, but you wouldn't let me go.

Children with borderline mothers adjust to the chaos of their lives by learning to expect the unexpected. They associate love with fear and kindness with danger.

Borderline mothers have difficulty allowing their children to grow up. The dependency of a newborn can be intensely satisfying to the borderline mother, but as the child becomes increasingly independent, conflict erupts.

Unbearable pain that is expressed and acknowledged becomes bearable. But borderlines received no such responses in their childhood. Therefore, they are stuck in the past, trying to elicit what they needed as a child—validation of their unbearable pain.

It is rare for even adult children to abandon their mother, regardless of how many times their mother has abandoned them.

Borderline mothers who threaten or attempt suicide keep their children emotionally trapped, and their children may suffer from extreme anxiety even as adults.

Through the years, I've encountered about every attitude and response known to the human emotional spectrum. Some people thought me a courageous pioneer, others regarded me as disgusting and immoral; some of the clergy considered that I had committed an ungodly act. Why these reactions to me should be so explosively pro and con, only God or the Devil knows, and I suspect they are both puzzled.

He had the emotional honesty of a Labrador puppy and a reluctance to put on masks out of deference to decorum.

If only inflicted pain could be as contagious As a plague, you might use it more sparingly.

What is friendship, if not a chance to indulge in mutual self-pity?

Ieder mens is uiteindelijk altijd alleen, je bent eenzaam als je degene met wie je alleen bent, geen prettig gezelschap vindt

These two would never understand each other. I was the only link between them and each of them tugged on it hard in the hope that the other would let go.

That is such crap. How dare you be so fraudulently flirtatious, cowardly and dysfunctional? I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.

I will not get upset over men, but instead be poised and cool ice-queen.

I had always thought that sorrow was the most exhausting of the emotions. Now I knew that it was anger.

Home is the place where we've felt the most, I will tell him. And that can be anyplace. Or anyone. It doesn't matter how long you lived there. It's what you'll always want to come back to.

I learned that to harden your heart was not the same as not caring.

She doesn't want to see anyone. She's happy like that, I think. Always relieved at the end of a visit.

Her heart's breaking. It breaks three times a week on account of people treating her so badly, and she knows that all you can do is laugh it off.

Her superpower was picking emotionally unavailable partners and she doubted she'd get a better offer

I've been so afraid of getting closeness wrong, because I don't know how to do it, because I don't know what my mistakes reveal --maybe they reveal very good reasons for my having been unloved as a child, I just don't know.

Having benefited from happy days, should I not share with them the bad days?

T)hey talked as only Russians can. Not listening to each otehr, repeating the self-same argument over and over again, excelling in pantomime and reaching the uppermost heights of drama.