Quotes About Trauma

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?

She felt as though she'd acquiesced in her own rape ...

I prefer to hide unsettling things and let them build into life-scarring neuroses.

The wound kills that does not bleed.

Além disso, talvez o trauma que hoje o consome lhe traga, em compensação, um crescimento pós-traumático, a partir do qual você desenvolverá sua potencialidade como nunca fizera antes.

it's important to understand that if your fears grow, you could end up holding both yourself and the other person back from living life to its full potential and successfully recovering from the traumatic experience which you saw them have. Tackling

The leaders I met, whatever walk of life they were from, whatever institutions they were presiding over, always referred back to the same failure something that happened to them that was personally difficult, even traumatic, something that made them feel that desperate sense of hitting bottom--as something they thought was almost a necessity. It's as if at that moment the iron entered their soul that moment created the resilience that leaders need.

Each night, as I closed my eyes, I would find myself back in the same meadow. The more I played, the more glass fell from my head. I knew that it was trauma being evicted from my body. But I thought to be healed of the trauma I should be quoting the Word incessantly... Not playing... "Rest ... rest and play....

he never gave his scars

For many Syrians, the start of a new life in Europe was the third in a succession of traumas. The trauma of war was followed by the trauma of a death-defying journey, only to be eclipsed by the trauma of disappointed expectations upon arriving in the West.

You can't imagine how he died. His toenails were ripped out. His bones had been pierced with a drill. There were marks from being beaten and burned. His nose was beaten so severely that it was flat.

I can't sleep without the sounds of bombs or bullets. It's like something's missing.

I lived through rockets that would explode children into a million pieces. Sometimes we'd clean up body parts with our own hands. There wouldn't be a whole body to pick up. Just a hand or a leg or a head.

But when my sister is arrested and they rape her, I have no problem entering any place in the world with a car strapped with explosives.

In the morning, we'd take an injured person to the hospital with a gunshot wound in his leg. That night, we'd return to find him dead with a gunshot to the head.

I was arrested in my second year of medical school and spent five months in prison. I was home recovering when ISIS showed up.

I lived under ISIS rule for a year and a half. ISIS forced us to go out and watch them cut off people's heads. It was scary for kids at the beginning, but then they got used to it.

Our cell was near the women's cell, and sometimes they'd come for a specific girl, calling out her name and the name of her town. We knew that they were raping her, because they always took her during the shift of a particular officer.

If you were to touch a hot stove and burn your hand, but later were made to forget how you got the burn, your body would still have the fear of being burned. Only it would not be activated only by hear, or a red-hot burner on a stove. It would come and go at its leisure, and you would have no idea how to stop it.

That language is demonstrably stereotypical -- in either the Bible or the modern Mediterranean cultures -- is not the same thing as saying that a language is demonstrably fraudulent -- or that it is language that is not reacting to real trauma. (p. 103)

We must keep in mind Edward Said's important warning that the first reality for thinking creatively (and for us, theologically) about exile is that it is a form of disaster and trauma that is inseparably connected to human actions related to power, dominance, and brutality: 'To think of exile as beneficial, as a spur to humanism or to creativity, is to belittle its mutliations.' (p. 21)

The assessment of the impact of the Babylonian exile must make far more use of nonbiblical documents, archaeological reports, and a far more imaginative use of biblical texts read in the light of what we know about refugee studies, disaster studies, postcolonialist reflections, and sociologies of trauma. (p. 33)

He had managed to lock away everything he didn't want to remember... and the memories returned as well.

To understand Russia today, you must understand the trauma of the nineties. Everything we had, everything we had been told, was swept away. We went from superpower to basket case overnight.