Quotes About Numbness

I am a clinical zombie.

When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed out by the TV, I felt empty. My heart hurt. I often felt hollow or as if I were some sort of wispy ghost, barely existing.

As her lungs pumped and her head cleared, she wondered if all the effort she'd put into blotting out the pain had deadened her ability to feel pleasure, too. What a shame. What a loss.

it felt as if she'd floated up above the clouds to the edge of space and was now surrounded by a vacuum of nothing. No air, no wind, no feeling in her body. As

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

Rue drawing her last breath in my arms. And the song. I get to sing every note of the song. Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.

once you're gone, you made me feel nothing as if you were my emotions and you took it away from me.

No hard feelings, lover. You can't break my heart. It stopped beating a long time ago.

She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!Then SHewent and left him restlessly numb. He was herpainkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.

Better to be numb than plagued by longing for something that could never be.

You come to know the pattern of your particular chemical bombardment. The numbness, the lack of focus, the artificial sense of peace when the meds first hit your system. The growing paranoia and anxiety as they wane. The worse you feel, the more you can get into the treacherous waters of your own thoughts. The greater the threat from the inside, the more you long for those waters, as if you've grown accustomed to the terrible tentacles that seek to draw you into their crushing embrace.

She supposed it must always be this way; once the unthinkable settles into being the norm you become numb to it. She never wanted to be that numb.

Numbness was a mere purgatory of gray. No, there was a much worse place. Darkness masquerading as enlightenment. It was a place of royal blue studded with diamonds that glistened like stars.

You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep? Well, I suddenly had that feeling in my spine. Like termites were chewing through the marrow in my backbone.

The good thing about shell shock is that you don't feel things in the moment. You just feel them later.

Yet this great plain numbness was not the worst place to be. Numbness was a mere purgatory of gray. No, there was a much worse place. Darkness masquerading as enlightenment. It was a place of royal blue studded with diamonds that glistened like stars.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

It was con; my mind was blank; I only wanted a halfpint of Grandad and six or seven tall cool beers . . .

They know that there's nothing to get excited about. The next meal. And a little something to kill now and then.

Nothing does anything for me anymore.

There's a kind of numbness, a sameness, a lack of motivation in 'good job' culture.

She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?