Quotes About Emotional

ayudaba a ambas familias, la de las víctimas y

She was drained from the shock and fear of looking at the emotional wreckage of real humans, desperate people with little hope and looking to her for help.

The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw.

she would miss something important. The letters drained her. The lyrics put her to sleep. The novels produced migraines. The poetry could not be penetrated. She wrote back twice a week, without fail, because if she neglected her youngest by even a day or so, she could expect a torrent of abuse, a four-pager or maybe a five-pager with

James V felt a deep psychological blow. He had been militarily and personally humiliated

The emotional garbage I had carried all of those years - the prejudice and the denial, the shame and the guilt - was dissolved by understanding that the Other is not other at all.

It's not right to hurt or deceive someone who's already been hurt and deceived.

When (The World According To) Garp was published, people who'd lost children wrote to me. ''I lost one, too,'' they told me. I confessed to them that I hadn't lost any children. I'm just a father with a good imagination. In my imagination, I lose my children every day. (afterword)

That poor girl wasn't a girl," Señor Eduardo said; he'd glanced once at Lupe, asleep in his lap, just to be sure she was still sleeping. "That poor girl was Flor

Hijo de la chingada!

I've gained pounds lying continuously in bed, seeking surcease and sublimation in food.

I began at that point the emotional examination to note how far my convalescence had gone — I was taller, bigger generally in relation to these stairs, I had more money and success and "security" than in the days when specters seemed to go up and down with me.

Si corre un pericolo non da poco quando si sta troppo vicino al fiume di pensieri di un'altra persona, perchè più forte è la corrente e più è facile caderci dentro e venire trascinati lontano da sè stessi.

There may be areas in which our outer person thinks we have forgiven others—especially those most formative to us in childhood—but counsel and prayer reveal that such forgiveness is far from complete. It may be that coping mechanisms from childhood are still causing us to act and react in childish ways (see 1 Corinthians 13:11). Or bitter roots may have sprung back to life, causing us to defile others and reap harmful consequences that we cannot, without counsel, even explain.

I'm not so good at just throwing out facts and figures and education and all that. I tell stories to captivate, that give people... that touch people emotionally.

I had a terrible education. I attended a school for emotionally disturbed teachers.

It is in fact a part of the function of education to help us to escape not from our own time - for we are bound by that - but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our time.

All great spirituality is about what we do with our pain. If we do not transform our pain, we will transmit it to those around us.

I'm a complete human being. I'm very emotional and loving. I feel, I hurt, I give, I take, and also I think. I analyze. I'm a sociologist, anthropologist.

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

Why are empirical questions about how the mind works so weighted down with political and moral and emotional baggage?

Mystery is an intellectual process... But suspense is essentially an emotional process.

People are dream killers--you've got to be careful who you give emotional access to.

I'm a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that's often destructive both to myself and others.