Quotes About Denial

Forget solar energy—if you could harness denial, it would power the world for generations.

does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?

Sometimes, though, you make a pact with yourself. I'll pretend there's nothing wrong if you pretend there's nothing wrong. It's called denial, and it's one of the strongest pacts in the world. Just ask all those people who were still drinking champagne while the Titanic went down.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

W)hen something drastic happens, there's a lag time. It's not quite denial, and not quite shock, but more like a mental free fall. You're spending so much time wrapping your mind around the problem, you don't realize what you need to do until the window to do it has closed.

Because it is easier to believe that scythes aren't real, and that I am a liar, and that the moon is made of cheese, than it is to admit that everything you believe about the world is wrong.

His broken body wanted to hurt, but it was forbidden to. He remembered thinking, in his opiate-induced delirium, how sad it must be for a body to want something so badly and to be completely denied.

When the truth hurts, we always hate the messenger

No one calls me Cyrus

They knew what had happened at school and what was happening now, but they dismissed it in that self-serving way parents often had of pretending anything they can't solve isn't really a problem.

They knew what had happened at school, and what was happening now, but they dismissed it in that self-serving way parents often had of pretending anything they can't solve is not really a problem.

But Greyson Tolliver does not know. He does not see … because his eyes are shut too tightly to know anything beyond his own anguish.

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That's your response to everything: drink? No, that's my response to nothing.

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir

as you are stuck in your poor body and in your poor life and it's all slowly dissolving, dissolving into nothing. like all the other bodies, like all the other lives, we all are being counted out, taken down by disease by just being rubbed up against the hard days, the harder years. there's no escaping this, we just have to take it, accept it— or like most— not think about it. at all.

you have no idea, cousin, how many men can do it but won't.

Mark was one of those people who always insisted that our friendship was real no matter how much effort I exerted to stay away from him.

It occurred to me that everybody suffered continually, including those who pretended they didn't.

By the twentieth century biologists were stoutly denying its existence. The "open, park-like woods" seen by early settlers, Harvard naturalist Hugh Raup asserted in 1937, were not caused by fire; they "have been, from time immemorial, characteristic of vast areas in North America.

People don't change, Lola said. Maybe you're still young enough to pretend that's not true. People are who they are, and everybody around them has to take it or go somewhere else.

When person A loves person B, he began, person A gets upset at the thought of never seeing person B again. He meant me. He meant he loved me. But now I knew that love was a poisonous thing. It had turned me into a murderer. I would die with my secret before I would tell. It's better that way, I lied, because person B doesn't love person A back.

normalcy bias. We suppose the world will continue to spin the way it always has. We tell ourselves that what we are seeing isn't, in fact, the cataclysm that it is.

Sometimes I think I might not have written 'The Age of Miracles' if I hadn't grown up in California, if I hadn't been exposed to its very particular blend of beauty and disaster, of danger and denial.