Quotes About Inhibition

A drinker does not exist. Whatever they say, it is just the drink talking

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

Ya no me atrevo a hacer nada, porque tengo miedo de que esté prohibido".

don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

I don't dare do anything anymore, cause Tm afraid it's not allowed.

Perfectionism is one way our muscles cramp. In some cases we don't even know that the wounds and the cramping are there, but both limit us. They keep us moving and writing in tight, worried ways.

in every organization everyone rises to the level at which they become paralyzed with fear.

You can't live life being afraid, because fear censors ambition.

Emotions are there to enjoy life; but they are not used in self-reflection because they inhibit a proper reflection. They gunk us up.

Mostly in life people are trying not to have emotions.

Life too near paralyses art.

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

There's something so muffled about the way you experience things. It's as if you were trying to slip through life unchanged.

I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...

furtiveness maybe, or shame. "May I?

burnt by the sun of your mouth, I'm unable to speak or paint you with words

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

The turtle cant dance because it has no waist

He knew he was limited, and he hated it.

She said little in answer to the strenuous Pressures with which at last he ventur'd to enfold her, but not thinking it Decent, for the Character she had assum'd, to yield so suddenly, and unable to deny both his and her own Inclinations, she counterfeited a fainting, and fell motionless upon his Breast.

I couldn't have called after her. My throat was full of thorns and no words could have gotten past.

Ask them about their sex lives or their drinking habits or the times they beat up on Granny and they may dodge around a little but eventually they'll tell you all about it - they're dying to tell. Get to the money question, though, and they start acting like you just tore off all their clothes in public. In some way, money is the cover we use for the most intimate parts of ourselves.

But with my mother I didn't dare cry. Both my parents loathed the act of crying, and it's difficult for a child who is crying to have to stop, knowing if she doesn't stop everything will be made worse. This is not an easy position for any child.