Quotes About Numbness

We are so numb we don't even know what a direct experience is. We have an experience, then we think about it and we think the thinking about it is the experience.

You've faced horrors in these past weeks... I don't know which is worse. The terror you feel the first time you witness such things, or the numbness that comes after it starts to become ordinary.

You smile, but you're not really happy. You ask, but you don't want to know. You talk, but aren't saying anything. You laugh, but you don't find it funny. You cry, but it doesn't even help. You wake up, but you're not really alive. You sleep, but you aren't resting. You are alive, but you're not really living.

I look alive. I'm dead inside. My heart has holes, and black blood flows.

My heart may be beating but it doesn't mean I feel alive.

I've been let down so many times; being hurt doesn't phase me any more.

Isnt it sad when you get hurt so much, you can finally say I'm used to it.

The long road has drained me of all feelings and expectations. I don't feel a thing or expect anything now.

Het verlangen, de pijn van het gemis, het drama, dat was wat ik herkende als echt en waar. De rust, de gelijkmatigheid van het dagelijks bestaan, het gewone, daar keek ik op neer. Voor mij niet de verdoving die leven heet, dat lauwwarme voortbestaan in de hoop dat je zonder al te veel problemen oud wordt en doodgaat.

bleeding heavily, her eyes flat with

there are only so many times you can listen to the guitar solo in Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" without going a little numb yourself

winter is no stranger to cold hearts.

Would it be better to feel afraid all the time or to feel nothing at all? She hadn't decided yet.

Wil ate without enthusiasm. His bacon tasted like nothing. Like a dead animal, fried. His eggs, aborted chickens.

Tengo la horrible sensación de que pasa el tiempo y no hago nada y nada acontece, y nada me conmueve hasta la raíz

It's uh, pathetic. To realize at my age that I actually had promise, a life of passion in front of me, and that I threw it away for the security of what? Numbness. It's

Don't you hate when your hand falls asleep and you know it will be up all night.

There are three natural anaesthetics: Sleep, fainting, and death.

One of the things which danger does to you after a time is -, well, to kill emotion. I don't think I shall ever feel anything again except fear. None of us can hate anymore - or love.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

Feeling must have rendered her numb.

It does not hit you until later. The fact that you were essentially dead does not register until you begin to come alive. Frostbite does not hurt until it starts to thaw. First it is numb. Then a shock of pain rips through the body. And then, every winter after, it aches.