Paula White Quotes

I think that, very often there's a pain that's just too painful to touch. You'll break apart. And I think her mother's death and disappearance and abandonment was something she just never could deal with. Eleanor Roosevelt, when she's really very unwell in 1936, she takes to her bed. She has a mysterious flu.

He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn’t sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself

There have been three times. Once I got in a car accident and shattered my finger. A few years ago I didn't feel like being alive. That's all I can say.

If my boy had perished in a Nazi compound, I could never have gone on living. I would have killed myself.

Shame produces trauma. Trauma produces paralysis.

A lot of widows feel that they have betrayed their spouse by continuing to live. It's deranged thinking. I know that, but that doesn't stop you feeling it.

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

I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.

I believe that everybody comes from pain and a certain amount of dysfunction.

There was no way to laugh anymore, to love, to care, and there was a sense of guilt in having survived when others had been killed. I turned into a worse workaholic than I had already been by trying to work myself into the ground.

It is devastating, losing a parent. I don't really know what the effect is, but I suppose people might call me an ambitious man, and I'd say that an ambitious man is a damaged man.

I have survivor's remorse.

I was traumatized by a lot of childhood stuff. I felt that I was bad somewhere, starting with my birth.

Being called ugly every day is not easy on the psyche.

I grew up with lots of anger, frustration, and violence in my heart.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can make me think I deserved it.

Suicide leaves everyone feeling guilty.

Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.

She had won the battle against her memories. But one form of torture remained, untouched by the years, the torture of the word "why?

Pain in the present is experienced as hurt. Pain in the past is remembered as anger. Pain in the future is perceived as anxiety. Unexpressed anger, redirected against yourself and held within, is called guilt. The depletion of energy that occurs when anger is redirected inward creates depression.

When a man is hit by Friendly Fire, his blood pressure lowers and his morale sinks. I have been hit by Friendly Fire in my heart. Sighs spill from my body instead of blood.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

I remained basically anonymous for almost 17 years. I, in those 17 years, I tried to commit suicide a couple of times. I was very ashamed of what I had done, and I was looking for forgiveness not only from God but from myself.

It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how much therapy I embark on, how much I try to achieve that elusive thing known as perspective, which is supposed to put all past wrongs into their rightful and diminished place, that happy place where all the talk is of lessons learned and inner peace. No one will ever understand the potency of my memories, which are so solid and vivid that I don’t need a psychiatrist to tell me they are driving me crazy. My subconscious has not buried them, my superego has not restrained them. They are front and center, they are going on right now.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.