Quotes About Emotional

He would beat the shit out of me for the slightest thing. But it wasn't the fist or the belt that hurt the most." "It was the words," said Reel.

He could compartmentalize at an astonishing level. It came from not giving a shit. And

Because you're trying to take something away from yourself that was taken away from them without their consent." "I've

Everywhere I looked, demons of the future [were] on the battlegrounds of one's emotional plane.

How do you react with your body, breath, and eyes? Notice if you react to a person or situation that hurts you by withdrawing, hiding, or closing in on yourself. Notice if there are times when you find it difficult to look into someone's eyes, or times your chest and solar plexus become tense and contracted. These are signs of an unskillful reaction to hurt.

Being afraid was not the sort of thing that endangered life or limb, but it was still an injury of sorts – and sometimes a deeper and more serious kind of injury.

Everyone's lonely, dear," she explained, drawing him close to her. "We touch other people only briefly, then we're alone again. You'll get used to it in time.

La mayor diferencia entre los ejecutivos exitosos y los que fracasaron era la inteligencia emocional (Fernández-Aráoz, 2001).

My bones are ringing the way sometimes people say their ears are ringing, I'm so tired.

The severing of an established connection is exponentially more painful than the rejection of an attempted connection.

You must have been traumatized beyond fucking belief

The bilateral illusion of unilateral attention was almost infantilely gratifying from an emotional standpoint: you got to believe you were receiving somebody's complete attention without having to return it. Regarded with the objectivity of hindsight, the illusion appears arational, almost literally fantastic: it would be like being able to both lie and to trust other people at the same time.

It is also lonely on a level that cannot be conveyed ... If a person in physical pain has a hard time attending to anything except that pain, a clinically depressed person cannot even perceive any other person or thing as independent of the universal pain that is digesting her cell by cell.

Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans.

And a funny thing happens. The man begins to like the Thermos woman. Not love, but like, which is something the man has never experienced before, and finds different, because it involves directing a lot more emotional attention to the actual other person than the old uncontrollable passionate love had involved, involves caring about the whole other person, including the facets and features that have nothing whatsoever to do with the man.

It is a fact of life that certain people are corrosive to others' self esteem simply as a function of who and what they are. The

I begin to feel as though my thoughts and voice here are in some way the creative products of something outside me, not in my control, and yet that this shaping, determining influence outside me is still me. I feel a division which the outside voice posits as the labor pains of a nascent emotional conscience.

In his numb helpless black isolation he he needs the emotional center of his life, the object of his complete adoration, his fiancée, more than ever; and yet he knows that it is precisely his state of helpless, in-efficacious isolation- a state he is in through exactly zero fault of his own- that is of necessity driving the lovely woman he adores farther and farther away.

La persona deprimida experimentava un dolor emocional terrible i incessant, i la impossibilitat de compartir o articular aquest dolor era en si mateixa un dels components del dolor i un dels factors que contribuïen al seu horror essencial.

What terms might be used to describe such a solipsistic, self-consumed, bottomless emotional vacuum and sponge as she now appeared to herself to be?

the result of an estimated 86.5% of 20C dates was a state of severe emotional dissonance between the date's participants, a dissonance attributed by most sources to basic psychosemantic miscodings

what words and terms might be applied to describe and assess such a solipsistic, self-consumed, endless emotional vacuum and sponge as she now appeared to herself to be? How was she to decide and describe—even to herself, looking inward and facing herself—what all she'd so painfully learned said about her?

Our tears are not yet brewed.

To-morrow re than an illusion. It's like a poor actor who struts and worries for his hour on the stage and then is never heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and emotional disturbance but devoid of meaning.