Quotes About Mental

Be careful not to make your mind your biggest enemy.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

Whether we love, or close our hearts to love, is a mental choice we make, every moment of every day.

You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

Your thoughts and emotions are the drama that you create in your mind. You must be able to end it somewhere.

Words can crush things that are unseen.

Love is mental illness going in and mental illness coming out. In between, you do a lot of laundry.

No true Dharma Master behaves with rage, hate, ranting, self- importance. These are signs of mental instability, a character flaw. Never follow such a one as that.

She did not need now to forget what she had seen; and, not needing to forget it—thus are our brains fashioned—she was able to forget it.

The presence of anxiety is unavoidable, but the prison of anxiety is optional.

But the greatest activity of life is well within your dominion. You can choose what you think about.

You can be the air traffic controller of your mental airport. You occupy the control tower and can direct the mental traffic of your world.

In our loneliest moments the One who formed our "inmost being and knitted us together in the womb" offers us a friendship, a nearness unlike any other. God created our inmost and our outermost beings. He knows us emotionally, physically, and mentally better than anyone else.

Anxiety and fear are cousins but not twins. Fear sees a threat. Anxiety imagines one.

I can't join a gym! I'm depressed, not suicidal!

It just goes to show that what one person considers a bad attitude might actually just be total frustration over being pushed beyond the brink of one's mental and physical endurance.

The answer doesn't come, but the power of being emotionally stuck is far greater than the power of reason."2

The next few weeks were a real struggle. Mental turmoil was a new emotion for me, and not a fun one. I felt I had let myself down, and that I had wasted four months of my life to hard, cold misery, and all for nothing. I was depressed and I felt useless. And that was on a good day.

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

To quote a noted Jewish humorist, Sholom Aleichem: "First comes health. You can always hang yourself later." As

I could imagine it in a way that felt like remembering

Dogmatism is the greatest of mental obstacles to human happiness.

In a world where there were no specifically mental facts, is it not plain that there would be a complete impartiality, an evenly diffused light, not the central illumination fading away into outer darkness, which is characteristic of objects in relation to a mind?

There are three forces on the side of life which require no exceptional mental endowment, which are not very rare at present, and might be very common under better social institutions. They are love, the instinct of constructiveness, and the joy of life.