Quotes About Denial

Love ends abruptly. In fact, this is central to endings of most sort. We just don't admit that.

Pay attention. Be alert. Don't be in denial. Learn

While I'd like to believe in the possibility of a love that doesn't involve denial, I haven't seen an example yet.

I have always loved him. Every single minute of every single day my heart has belonged to him. I have just run away from the truth. I have covered it in shrouds of friendship and teenage crush.

Avoiding change is denying the path that leads to your spiritual growth.

We can try and push eachother away, we can try and deny what we feel but when two hearts have connected and two souls have been reminded of love there is simply no way fate can keep us apart.

When true repentance occurs and lifestyles change, God can do marvelous works of restoration. Denying sin, however is not a characteristic of a repentant heart.

Love is like a shining light in the darkness, closing eyes to pretend you didn't see it will not wash it away.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.

A la hija pequeña de Salome, Miep, la violentaron los hombres entre dos y tres veces distintas, pero Peters ha prohibido que la niña, que tiene tres años, reciba tratamiento médico, alegando que el médico difundiría rumores sobre la colonia y la gente sabría lo de las agresiones y convertirían todo el incidente en un escándalo.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

You had many more years," he said. "I didn't want them." "But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future." "What's that?" "Hope.

But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it

All parents damage their children. This was their life together. Neglect. Violence. Silence. And now, someplace beyond death, Eddie slumped against a stainless steel wall and dropped into a snowbank, stung again by the denial of a man whose love, almost inexplicably, he still coveted, a man ignoring him, even in heaven. His father. The damage done.

Todo mundo sabe que se va a morir, pero nadie se lo cree.

By this point—already a strapping young teenager—Eddie only nodded back. Unbeknownst to him, he had begun the ritual of semaphore with his father, forsaking words or physical affection. It was all to be done internally. You were just supposed to know it, that's all. Denial of affection. The damage done.

Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.

Many parents were strict, and sometimes weeks would pass without us being able to meet those we thought of as our girlfriends. So we learned to savor the denial of gratification—that most un-American of pleasures!—and I for one could subsist quite happily on a diet of emails such as that which I have just described.

we learned to savor the denial of gratification—that most un-American of pleasures!—

Perhaps they had grasped that the doors could not be closed, and new doors would continue to open, and they had understood that the denial of coexistence would have required one party to cease to exist, and the extinguishing party too would have been transformed in the process, and too many native parents would not after have been able to look their children in the eye, to speak with head held high of what their generation had done.

He wasn't going to let her in. The realization came like the dawn: gradually then all at once.

Yes. That's it. Speaking about it to others would have made it real. It would have become a fact. Their reaction, their responses, their words -- it would all tell me that the terrible thing had happened. That I wasn't just imagining it.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?" "Once." He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. "I married her.