Quotes About Paralysis

Metal-binding is what happens when you wake up in the middle of the night and can't move, like some gigantically fat evil spirit is sitting on your chest.

While sitting alone in his uncle's study, Ramana suddenly became paralyzed by a fear of death. He lay down on the floor, convinced that he would soon die, but rather than remaining terrified, he decided to locate the self that was about to disappear. He focused on the feeling of "I"—a process he later called "self-inquiry"—and found it to be absent from the field of consciousness.

The activity of worrying keeps you immobilized.

He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied their service to his will, his arms fell to his sides, the book to the earth; and powerless to move or cry out, he found himself staring into the sharply drawn face and blank, dead eyes of his own mother, standing white and silent in the garments of the grave!

Being a young programmer today must be awful—you can choose 20 different programming languages, dozens of framework and operating systems and you're paralyzed by choice. There was no paralysis of choice then. You just start doing it because the decision as to which language and things is just made—there's no thinking about what you should do, you just go and do it.

FEAR THICKENS TIME, TURNS IT slow and viscous.

What he felt was something larger than fear, a narcotic terror that numbed him completely, made it impossible to imagine moving.

Once acetylcholine has carried out its job of triggering a reaction in an adjacent cell, an enzyme present in the synapse decomposes it. Overstimulation is therefore prevented. It is this enzyme, acetylcholinesterase, that nerve gas deactivates. The result is overstimulation of the nervous system, eventually leading to convulsions, paralysis, and respiratory failure.

James thinks we are all living through something like a denial-of-service attack on our minds. "We're that server, and there's all these things trying to grab our attention by throwing information at us…. It undermines our capacity for responding to anything. It leaves us in a state of either distraction, or paralysis.

We have created a manic world nauseous with the pursuit of material wealth. Many also bear their cross of imagined deprivation, while their fellow human beings remain paralyzed by real poverty. We drown in the thick sweetness of our sensual excess, and our shameless opulence, while our discontent souls suffocate in the arid wasteland of spiritual deprivation.

Too little fear and you don't pay enough attention; too much and you freeze.

In France, history is paralyzing.

Heather was paralyzed. Anger told her to get between them and make trouble, Pride told her to run away. Hurt told her to cry. Cunning told her to make Sam feel as guilty and small as possible. She waited to hear what Intelligence had to say. It never spoke first, but its advice was usually worth waiting for.

He claimed to be a Marxist, the only one of his claims I believed. He had that Marxist passion for oysters and good Sancerre, and that Marxist paralysis when the waiter brought the check. Already it's obvious how much the Communists got wrong, overbetting on human high-mindedness, lowballing human desire.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

I'm absolutely alone in this strange city, and I have a bad foot. I don't dare even move for fear of precipitating yet another crisis. I breathe softly, and think carefully. No sudden ideas, the shock could be fatal. It's a poor kind of protagonist really who just lies around on his bed.

I am stuck with the novel, but it is a good healthy stop; it is the minute when I choose forever one kind of writing from another. It's a desperate moment, but beyond the temporary paralysis, I feel already the joy of a good bold cutting out of the mediocre.

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

Solo hay una cosa que paraliza el tiempo. Solo hay un hecho que deja a sus protagonistas en el pasado para siempre

Tantas veces vemos una oportunidad de detener las cosas antes de que empiecen. O incluso de pararlas a medio camino. Pero era incluso peor cuando sabías en ese preciso momento que todavía estabas a tiempo de salvarte, sin embargo eras incapaz de moverte

If only — so he thought to himself later — Gerda's face had been a little less flawless in its beauty, the beauty of her body would have remained as maddening to his senses as it was at the beginning. But the more he had seen of her the more beautiful her face had grown; until it had now reached that magical level of loveliness which absorbs with a kind of absoluteness the whole aesthetic sense, paralysing the erotic sensibility.

for as long as self-doubt is not paralysing, it also allows for alternative points of view to be given their proper weight and consideration and so can be considered a vital step in any sound decision-making process.

But when at long last he had got his head out over the side of the bed, in mid-air, he became afraid of continuing in this manner, for if he were to fall like that it would take a miracle for him not to sustain a head injury. And consciousness was the last thing he wanted to lose at the present time; he would rather stay in bed.

It's kind of a mystery to me, as far as my own life experiences and what I've witnessed - why some people can just move on through traumatic experiences, in childhood particularly, and why other people are just paralyzed by it. I just don't know how and why that is.