Quotes About Emotional

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.

I felt exhausted, and worried, and friendless and hopeless and everything-else-less.

Ma poi un piccolo, silenzioso, educato, profumato, ordinatissimo sistema di nuovi segnali mi ha in qualche modo sparato alla testa. Con le parole e le lacrime lei mi ha amputato qualcosa. Io le avevo donato la mia più intima importanza, e il suo autobus è ripartito, lasciando una qualche parte fondamentale di me dentro di lei come il pungiglione di un'ape. Adesso l'unica cosa che voglio è salire in macchina e andarmene molto lontano, a sanguinare».

You're in love with a man, says Julie, who insists that he can love you only when you're standing in the exact center of whatever room you're in.

It is the nature of men to build walls around themselves. They think it will protect them from hurt. It does the opposite. The hurt still gets in, but now it rattles around the walls, unable to get out. So you build more walls. You are now seeing the world without walls. You are free, Ro. Free to hurt and free to heal.

I didn't know how Douglas and Mickey felt about the news, but the Earth seemed so far away now it didn't matter anymore. Maybe that was the wrong way to feel, but that's what I felt anyway.

Age, mental illness, and failure are all in the mind. They put the pain there to let you know it hurts.

Forgiveness doesn't mean that we deny the hurt, forget that it happened, or recuse the offender of responsibility or accountability; it means that we're not going to destroy our potential, to harm us anymore. At its core, forgiveness is a choice to give up our role as a victim.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can't exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can't exist on a diet without it, either.

Fuck you. This isn't about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know? And I'd say I'll catch you, and you would say, It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

I can't stand being mean. People playing games. I want to guard myself against it, but I make a shitty guard for my own heart. I would rather lose the game than play it. I would rather be hurt than be mean. Because I can live with myself if I'm hurt. I don't think I could live with myself if I were mean.

I am trying to make an emotional point. I don't expect you to understand me on that level - you are but a romantic sapling. I am a sequoia, so you'd be well advised to listen to what I have to say.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself togheter. And then everything falls apart anyway.

Jerk, v. "This has to stop," I say. "You have to stop hurting me. I can`t take it. I really can`t take it." "I know you can`t take it," you say. "But is that really my fault?" I try to convince myself that it`s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can`t talk. It just sits there. It can`t even get itself out of the bottle. "It is your fault," I tell you. But you have already left the room.

I'd been hurt, yes—but I'd never meant to become hurtful. I didn't want to close down anyone but myself.

I wondered: Did mom and Darren hurt us more by what they did or by what they didn't do? Which wounds us more-the hostile presence or the absent kindness?

I felt there was a piece of me missing, a piece that had become so unnerved that it fell away without me feeling it. I didn't even know what piece it was-I just felt the gap, and knew that whatever it was, it must have been important.

More because of your disappointing love life and the behavior that results from it. I have seen your manic LOLs, and I'm not laughing. No. This is an intervention. Put the phone down. STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE!

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separated from a thing and still care about it.

The implications of these fundamental trends in human mating psychology for a lasting relationship are profound. To maximize the chances of preserving a long-term bond, couples would do well to remain faithful; produce children together; secure ample economic resources; act kind, generous, and understanding; and attend to their mate's sexual and emotional desires. These actions do not guarantee a successful relationship, but they increase the odds substantially.