Quotes About Emotional

Is this what love gets up to, one person demanding self-exposure so there's more to love

I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to removes it.

If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse.

How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

I am nothing if not dramatic.

We have lived in our armour for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.

How do people like us take off our armour? One piece at a time.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone. page 148

Everything stops. No air is in my lungs. There is a pain in my chest as though my heart cannot bear. As though something inside me is cracking. As though I am going to come apart.

She acts like we don't remember, like there's some way I am ever going to forget. She acts like it's her personal tragedy and hers alone.

Her head was throbbing. The events of the last twenty-four hours were too much. She wanted to curl up in a dark hole and maybe engage in some screaming therapy.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

Heather had grown up starved of love, and when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

I'll never be a normal person ever again. You took that away from me. You made me ABNORMAL and it's lonely being abnormal.

She moved through therapists like she moved through boyfriends. She dumped both boyfriends and therapists when they offended her, enraged her, bored her. The boyfriends said she was a head case, a nut case, a drama queen, a psycho. The therapists said she had ADHD or OCD, depression or anxiety or most likely both, a nervous disorder, a mood disorder, a

Sometimes it felt like all the people in her life were scavengers, pecking viciously away at her flesh, wanting more, more, more.

She always forgot how pain was so upsetting. Cruel. It hurt your feelings. You just wanted it to stop, please, right now.

And, Madeline, it infuriates me that I found it so devastating. It infuriates me that he had that power over me. I look in the mirror each day, and I think, I'm not overweight any more, but he's right, I'm still ugly. Intellectually I know I'm not ugly, I'm perfectly acceptable. But I feel ugly, because one man said it was so, and that made it so. It's pathetic.

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently

It is just too much effort to be funny and entertaining and loving. It is just too much effort to talk, really.