Quotes About Psychology

there is no such thing as a rational person. We are emotional creatures with some token capacity for reason.

you can't use logic on human behavior.

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?

Killing makes me feel good.

Hurray—I was someone else. I was not completely crazy yet. Seriously antisocial, of course, and somewhat sporadically homicidal, nothing wrong with that. But not crazy.

Talking to a shrink was out of the question, of course; I would frighten the poor thing to death, and he might feel honor bound to have me locked away somewhere. Certainly I could not argue with the wisdom of that idea.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal.

I took a sip. The taste was bitter and thin, just as I would be if I had to keep the Dark Passenger buckled into his seat belt for very long.

Oh, my God, he's doing that thing again," Jackie said, staring at me as if I was a piece of alien technology that had just turned itself on. "You know, where he goes inside the guy's head.

Deborah looked at me with a frown, and I frowned back. What Alana said made sense, of course, especially to someone untroubled by human feelings, like I used to be. It was clinically cold reasoning, serpentine but clear, and that certainly fit what we were coming to know about Alana. And yet—something was wrong with it, whether it was the way she said it or something else, I couldn't say; it didn't quite add up for me.

It's, um, you know," I said, feeling exceptionally awkward. "There's something unique about every murder, so you try to see what would make somebody do that.

But of course, Robert could not allow me to feel any real happiness. "Oh, for Christ's sake," he said. "This isn't fucking Shakespeare, sweetheart. This isn't your goddamn thee-ate-ter. This is the real world. This is a fucking wacko, psycho, out-of-his-skull asshole who likes to bite your tits off, and playing Neighborhood Playhouse acting games in your head isn't going to catch him.

THERE ARE MANY ASPECTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE that I will never understand, and I don't just mean intellectually. I mean that I lack the ability to empathize, as well as the capacity to feel emotion.

Where did phobias come from? Sachs wondered. Some childhood trauma, some genetic imprinting

How a family reacts to a child's behavior and how a child is disciplined also play a big role in the development of defiant behaviors. The

This change step involves attacking your lifetrap on an intellectual level. In order to do this, you must prove that it is not true, or at least that it can be changed. You must cast doubt on the validity of your lifetrap. As long as you believe that your lifetrap is valid, you will not be able to change it.

he has trouble separating from his family for even short periods of time. He cannot grow up and leave home. He has a fused self.

Jeffrey Young, Ph.D. Cognitive Therapy Center of New York 3 East 80th Street, Penthouse New York, New York 10021

The first is that they subjugate themselves out of guilt, or because they want to relieve the pain of others; and the second is that they subjugate because they anticipate rejection, retaliation, or abandonment. These reasons correspond to two types of subjugation.

It's often said that a traumatic experience early in life marks a person forever, pulls her out of line, saying, Stay there. Don't move.

Depending on the year or the therapist he was seeing, he'd learned to ascribe just about every facet of his character as a psychological reaction to his parents' fighting: his laziness, his overachieving, his tendency to isolate, his tendency to seduce, his hypochondria, his sense of invulnerability, his self-loathing, his narcissism.

He wanted women to love him, all women, beginning with his mother and going on from there. Therefore, whenever any woman got mad at him, he felt maternal disapproval crashing down upon his shoulders, as if he'd been a naughty boy.

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn't chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain.

Dr. Phil never talked about Smyrna and left the room if anyone did. He never mentioned his murdered sons and daughters. Maybe this was the reason for his survival.