Quotes About Numbness

Keep me preoccupied Keep me busy, busy, busy So I won't have to think I don't want to think Because it only brings me pain I keep running away from my problems Keep me busy Give me a million things to do So I can keep running away

No more did the frozen heart ache.

You love and you hate and you grieve and you don't even feel it.

Feeling. I didn't want to feel.

I am not a machine, there is only so much and no more that I can absorb of the misery of my kind, when my tears are exhausted a dullness takes place, and out of that dullness a terrible callousness, so that I look on suffering and feel it not.

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?

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

When confronting the reality of racism, white people become sad, angry, overwhelmed, numb, anxious, and passive.

We titled it Anhedonia, which is a psychological symptom wherein one cannot experience pleasure.

Entiendo que lo único peor que sentir dolor es no sentir absolutamente nada.

That's the bruise in the heart the ice in the heart was meant to ice.

That's the bruise the ice in the heart was meant to ice.

The head's ache evaporates into a state of numbness, a cave of sighs. Over the years you lose the melodrama of seeing yourself as a patient. The sighing ceases; the headaches remain. You hold your head in your hands. You sit still.

I, he thinks, who am so soiled in life's battle, so seamed and scarred, so numb, so unwanted, so cold.

Nothing hurts, or perhaps it's that everything hurts, because there is no separate pain that he can pick out. But the cold strikes him, just in one place: just through his cheekbone as it rests on the cobbles.

People said that video games were bad because they made you numb to death, made you register entrails splattering across a screen as a sign of success. In that moment, Val thought that the real problem with games was that the player was suppossed to try everything. If there was a cave, you went in it. If there was a mysterious stranger, you talked to him. If there was a map, you followed it. But in games, you had a hundred million billion lives and Val only had this one.

She wondered if it was similar to how people felt when they first took antidepressants and they lost their pain, but everything else felt muted too: flatter, duller.

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It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware. In becoming this, all I want to do, is be more like me. And be less like you.

It's an apathy so absolute that it's like a hole you might fall in.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

unto me a son was born, and I felt nothing.

But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.