Quotes About Numbness

My mother is dead, my mother is dead," she kept saying it in her numbed state, because it had not sunk in. It is outside of her, it is a figment, both because it is so sudden and because she cannot pinpoint the exact moment, it being such and such a time in one land and a different time on the clock of the other. It had happened in lost time. The three previous days are jumbled

Then, when shame strikes, it is so nasty you have to numb yourself, and what better anesthetic than your addiction? It is the perfect vicious circle.

Death: the only true emotion felt in an apathetic world

The days after that, I felt so many different things, sad, angry. Guilty, but for the mostly just numb, like part of me was dead.

I got desensitized by riding so many big waves that I don't really get a rush anymore.

When you're in survival mode, you numb yourself.

Qué pasa, qué pasa. Y no sentí miedo. Y no sentí tristeza. Y no sentí nada. Porque todo eso lo había sentido tanto que ya ni cuenta me daba si era que siempre lo estaba sintiendo o si ya no lo podía volver a sentir aunque quisiera.

Mrs. Bri. Psha! there is nothing in it: a moment, and it is over. Just. Ay, but it leaves a numbness behind that lasts a plaguy long time.

A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.

She must shepherd them back over that ultrafine line between numbness and awe.

Stinking thinking' is the universal addiction." This is one of the most stunning, succinct, and profound sentences I've ever read. And this is indeed a book for anyone and everyone who cannot stop creating trances and numbness via alcohol, drugs, sex, workaholism, or toxic, obsessive thinking.

Even pain was preferable to numbness, at least for a while, and hope, once indulged, was only as delicious as it was short-lived.

Then Jess gave himself over to the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from a corner of his brain.

For the first few seconds, Jess kicked and struggled against the strong arms. Then Jess gave himself over the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from the corner of his brain. - Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Patterson

Viv feels the hand go bloodless and numb against her neck; startled, she turns to look at his face. There is no expression at all. For a moment he is gone from his face, as though he had fallen somewhere inward, away from her and the old man and the fire, into a remote pool of himself

I guess this is what it's like to be a Vegetable; you lose yourself in the fog. You don't move. They feed your body till it finally stops eating; then they burn it. It's not so bad. There's no pain. I don't feel much of anything other than a touch of chill I figure will pass in time.

A man whose bloodIs very snow-broth; one who never feelsThe wanton stings and motions of the sense.

They are so accustomed to the feeling that their senses are deadened to it;

He: What's the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there.

I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

There is a level of grief so deep that it stops resembling grief at all. The pain becomes so severe that the body can no longer feel it. The grief cauterizes itself, scars over, prevents inflated feeling. Such numbness is a kind of mercy.

There is a level of grief so deep that it stops resembling grief at all. The pain becomes so severe that the body can no longer feel it.

It shouldn't have hurt. She should be used to it by