Quotes About Emotional

People do kill themselves, you know, Miranda, when they think their whole reason for living is being taken away from them. Even the fact that other people think their suffering is a joke isn't enough to shake them out of it.

Many lonely people, Strike knew, found it pleasant to be the focus of somebody's undivided attention and sought to prolong the novel experience.

How many more burdens was he supposed to bear? Had he not paid enough, given enough, sacrificed enough—loved enough?

He's a writer," she said, as though this explained everything. "He's disappeared before?" "He's emotional," she said, her expression glum. "He's always going off on one, but it's been ten days and I know he's really upset but I need him home now.

Jesus fucking Christ," said Strike, "is he mentally ill? Of course he is," he answered himself immediately. "Of course he's mentally ill. He wants to cut his fucking leg off. Jesus fucking Christ.

a kind of emotional exhaustion had set in.

The memory of Strike telling her she was his best friend made her heart feel immeasurably lightened, as though something she hadn't realized was weighing on it had been removed forever. After a moment's pleasurable savoring of this feeling . . .

He loved his aunt, who'd raised him for significant chunks of his childhood, but extended periods in her company made him feel stifled and suffocated. Her insistence on the smooth passing of counterfeit social coin from hand to hand, while uncomfortable truths were ignored and denied, wore him out.

Tylko ?e ju? próbowali, a potem znowu, znowu i znowu. Po jakim? czasie pierwsza pot??na fala wzajemnej t?sknoty cofa?a si? i zawsze ods?ania?a paskudny wrak przesz?o?ci, którego mroczny cie? k?ad? si? na wszystkim, co usi?owali odbudowa?.

She couldn't help but feel a certain vicarious embarrassment.

I learned a lesson I never had as a politician: that we cannot properly lead those with whom we have not shared suffering.

Their love for me was both a myth and a torture and so I wrecked everything. I hurt them, and I left them hurting.

Here's another thing: There are certain wounds that never heal, certain hurts that never leave you alone, like a broken bone that heals wrong and always twinges when it's about to rain.

John Steinbeck wrote in East of Eden: "The greatest terror a child can have is that he is not loved, and rejection is the hell he fears.

The hypermature man wants laughter, warmth, and closeness, but doesn't know how to achieve them and has difficulty letting himself go long enough to try. Change is slow for him, and he needs a patient partner who can see a great person behind the seriousness. Besides, he will never let you down.

He defines co—dependency as: "an emotional, psychological, and behavioral condition that develops as a result of an individual's prolonged exposure to, and practice of, a set of oppressive rules—rules which prevent the open expression of feeling, as well as the direct discussion of personal and interpersonal problems."3

If you're over twenty-one, you are certainly aware that one of the most commonly used intimidation ploys is to make a person feel guilty for concentrating too much on his own well-being.

Dobbiamo rinunciare a tutto, dunque?» Era serio, non sorrideva. «Non so neppure questo. Robert, in un certo senso ti appartengo. Non volevo che accadesse, non ne sentivo la necessità, e so che questo vale anche per te, ma è andata così. In realtà non sono seduta qui sull'erba, accanto a te. Mi hai dentro di te, come una prigioniera volontaria».

So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

These children were deprived of something more important than money—love. They ended up paying for that deprivation during the remainder of their lives, and society suffered, too, because their crimes removed many people from the world and their assaultive behavior left alive equally as many victims who remain permanently scarred.

I was born in Leningrad, but I came here from Saint Petersburg. Physically, the two occupy the same space. Emotionally, they are light years apart.

I am tired. Everyone's tired of my turmoil.

It is a glorious thing to be indifferent to suffering, but only to one's own suffering.

Warren knows God doesn't chow down on Doritos or caviar. What he fails to see, however, is that there is no difference in principle between the old animal sacrifice theology and his own. Surely the same principle applies to emotional gratification. He is still manifestly talking about the care and feeding of God. His God, like an insecure boyfriend, seems to need emotional stroking.