Quotes About Catharsis

I didn't really care about sales figures. I just wanted to get things off my chest.

I'd say, at the end of the day, you know, from a songwriting practice standpoint, you write songs to make yourself feel something true and validating, and cathartic, maybe, and then whoever responds to it is, like, out of your control.

If you could literally 'rid' yourself of your problems by voicing them, I'd be all for it. But since that isn't so, why not reserve the spoken word for functional interactions and witticisms, if not declarations of love?

I have a tendency to face my bad fantasies in my books.

It's a positive thing to talk about terrible things and make people laugh about them.

I was born with a terrible temper, but this is the way of expressing myself. I flare up, but it goes quickly, and I don't remember it long.

Being scared by a movie offers a safe catharsis, because the terror is confined to the screen. It's an adrenalin spike, and when I come back down, I feel a bit more leveled.

Bin Laden wasn't all that central to the terrorist network any more, but taking him down created a kind of national catharsis. It's been a really, really long time since we had something to celebrate that didn't involve a sports team. I'd rather it had been a non-death-related occasion, but we'll take what we can get.

Something clamped tight inside her suddenly eased. He had been right. She did not have to grip her pain. She could let it go. The memory was still there. It had not vanished, but it had changed. It was a memory, a thing from her past. This wound could close and heal. The injury done to her was over. She did not have to keep it as a part of herself. She could allow herself to heal. Her tears were diluted in the rain that ran down her face.

Some people say there is relief in the sharing of cares and pains. To me there was no catharsis, only an unearthing of rotting corpses of memories, a baring of still suppurating wounds.

To me there was no catharsis, only an unearthing of rotting corpses of memories, a baring og still suppurating wounds.

Dig a small hole in the earth. Ask Mother Earth to help you as you release your grief (the grief can be over a specific thing or a general feeling that is weighing you down). Cry over and into the hole in the earth for as long as you need to. Feel her receive your tears without judgment.

What does it mean to forgive someone? It only means that you release the anger, the hatred. It doesn't mean that you're saying it's all right now, or that you've forgotten the wrong. It just means that you've drained the boil. When you touch it, it doesn't hurt as much. That's all.

Would it be all right if I threw dishes at my former mother-in-law?

Oh well. Better out than in

Fico na frente da televisão para aumentar o meu ódio. Quando minha cólera está diminuindo e eu perco a vontade de cobrar o que me devem eu sento na frente da televisão e em pouco tempo meu ódio volta.

I write to give myself strength.

Relieve stress through hysterical screaming.

For me, working out is nothing to do with looks. It's to let it all out - the stress, the self-consciousness - you think less; it makes you more centred.

Nothing relieves stress like setting things on fire.

The only way to get rid of my fears is to make films about them.

The only way for me to get rid of my fears is to make films about them.

Fuck you," Sally says. She tosses the words off, easy as butter in her mouth, but in fact she doesn't think she's ever cursed out loud in her own house before. "Fuck you twice," Gillian says. "You need it more.

Every time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.