feelings-of-weakness

This mix of love and hate, this blend of trust and hurt I have for him is so confusing even I can't understand it.He leaves, and I break.

Everyone has instances or times in life when they feel alone on their journey.

Empaths did not come into this world to be victims, we came to be warriors. Be brave. Stay strong. We need all hands on deck.

You__e got to reach bedrock to become depressed enough before you are forced to accept the reality and enormity of the problem.

But struggling with these better feelings was pride,--the vice of the lowest and most debased creatures no less than of the high and self-assured. The miserable companion of thieves and ruffians, the fallen outcast of low haunts, the associate of the scourings of the jails and hulks, living within the shadow of the gallows itself,--even this degraded being felt too proud to betray a feeble gleam of the womanly feeling which she thought a weakness, but which alone conneced her with that humanity, of which her wasting life had obliterated so many, many traces when a very child.

What breaks you down is not the amount of pressure you feel at one time, but it__ the way you perceive and handle it.

I am sitting here at thirty-six feeling like I am responsible for the holocaust for all that is toxic and wrong. Maybe it__ because I eat meat, and I stepped on three ants last Tuesday.

Then he asked me which one I thought was most likely to happen. I wish I knew. I really do. But I don__. You__ think that after living with these people for fifteen years I__ know a little something about them. But right now I feel like I don__ know my parents at all. I guesswhen you get down to it, I__e never really thought about them as people. They__e always been my parents. Now I have to think about them as people with feelings. What a pain.The funny thing is, I bet they feel the same way.

For he or she that harbours no fear has never truly loved anything. You can only measure true love by the thought and fear of its loss.

Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.

I am not afraid of anything in the world. But I'm afraid of myself, afraid of what I will be in the future.

The silence encompassing the feeling so juvenile, veiling everything but a sham smile.

What man ever openly apologizes for slander? It is not so much a feeling of slander as it is that of a massive lie, a misdeed not only to the slandered but also to those manipulated in the process. He has made them all, every one, his enemies, thereupon he is so overwhelmed with guilt that he will deny it until his grave.

Understanding did not provide solace or make the pain go away; in many ways, understanding was just more salt in the emotional wound. Ignorance allowed one to fight back with unfettered cruelty. Understanding inspired empathy, which led to guilt, as well as suffering.She looked at Gavin, supine, unconcerned, contented, and thought that perhaps there was something to being a sociopath. If you didn't have a heart, it couldn't be broken.