Quotes About Denial

Why be an ostrich?

This can't be real. It can't be. It's a nightmare. I'll wake up and find it's all been a nightmare. I mustn't think of it now, or I'll begin screaming in front of all these people. I can't think of it now. I'll think later, when I can stand it - when I can't see his eyes.

Scarlett had thrown herself on the bed and was sobbing at the top of her voice, sobbing for her lost youth and the pleasures of youth that were denied her, sobbing with the indignation and despair of a child who once could get anything she wanted by sobbing and now knows that sobbing can no longer help her. She burrowed her head in the pillow and cried and kicked with her feet at the tufted counterpane.

It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.

Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.

As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real

She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.

God is, to me, pretty much a myth created over time to deny the idea that we're all responsible for our own actions.

I met with my lawyers. They gave me all the wrong advice. For a long time I refused to accept the child was mine. I should have met her, arranged a DNA test and accepted my responsibility.

We don't have time for a meeting of the Flat Earth Society.

No matter what the police and the district attorney said, no matter what the papers wrote, no matter what people believed then and still believe, these years later, the truth is that I did not kill my mother. I only wished I had.

Kindness, which had been the food of my life through so many years, had lately been so entirely denied me, that I welcomed with grateful joy the slightest semblance of it.

Îl iubeam aÈ™a de tare, încât n-am vrut s? privesc adev?rul în fa?? È™i m-am È›inut scai de el.

ostrich policy.

Why didn't I know about this, Gideon? Lady Augusta demanded, clearly aggrieved at not being first with the news. And what Welsh aunt is this? Auntie Angharad, Gideon informed her solemnly. Lady Augusta thought for a moment and then declared, You don't have an Auntie Angharad! No, he agreed in a sorrowful voice. She's dead.

Mankind has a history of forgetting the unpleasant, the undesirable. Bu ignoring its existence, it can make the source of past Terror disappear.

They waited until I was asleep, then roused themselves, exhausted as swimmers, grey between the empty trees. Their hair in tufts, open sores where ears used to be, grubs twisting from their chests. The grotesque remains of incomplete lives, the embodied complexities of desires eternally denied.

You cannot tell people to take into account what they do not wish to know.

There's a terrible temptation to look at only what you want to, and carefully avoid seeing anything else.

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

I felt the sputtering flame of true devotion and true mysticism kindled from the weak fire of lives of utter denial.

The agony of losing him was monstrous. How could I deny it with a single syllable?

The disappointments seemed to escape the family's notice, though. That was another of their quirks: they had a talent for pretending that everything was fine. Or maybe it wasn't a quirk at all. Maybe it was just further proof that the Whitshanks were not remarkable in any way whatsoever.

Which was how she often did after flare-ups—pretending nothing had happened.