Quotes About Relief

Life is like being at the dentist. You always think that the worst is still to come, and yet it is over already.

Apathy, the main symptom of the second phase, was a necessary mechanism of self-defense. Reality dimmed, and all efforts and all emotions were centered on one task: preserving one's own life and that of the other fellow. It was typical to hear the prisoners, while they were being herded back to camp from their work sites in the evening, sigh with relief and say, "Well, another day is over.

Bismarck: «La vida es como visitar al dentista. Siempre crees que lo peor aún está por llegar, cuando en realidad ya ha pasado».

Daba una conferencia sobre la psicología de los campos de concentración! Al delimitar científicamente los hechos, lo que me oprimía cobraba relieve y una cierta perspectiva. Con ese método conseguía distanciarme de la situación y superar de algún modo el sufrimiento, contemplándolo como si ya hubiera sucedido. Mis problemas se transformaban en el objeto de un estudio psicocientífico que yo mismo estaba realizando.

Though it may afford momentary psychological relief, it is an illusion which physiologically, surely, must not be without danger.

ViaÈ›a e ca atunci când mergi la dentist; te tot gândeÈ™ti c? urmeaz? ce-i mai r?u È™i când colo totul s-a terminat deja.

A statement once made by Edith Weisskopf-Joelson: Although traditional psychotherapy has insisted that therapeutic practices have to be based on findings on etiology, it is possible that certain factors might cause neuroses during early childhood and that entirely different factors might relieve neuroses during adulthood.

Life is like being at dentist. You always think that the worst is yet to come, & yet it is over already.

He turned away, still crumpling and uncrumpling a handful of leaves which he had torn from the wall. An exquisite sense of pleasure and relief possessed him; it was all so solid and peaceful after the ball at the hotel, whether he was in love with them or not, and he was not in love with them; no, but it was good that they should be alive.

and it was a relief when they went to bed. For now she need not think about anybody.

she felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream...

Comprobó con asombro que era un enorme alivio estar sola.

Nothing exists outside us except a state of mind, he thinks; a desire for solace, for relief, for something outside these miserable pigmies, these feeble, these ugly, these craven men and women.

Was I in here last night and did I spend a $20 bill? Oh, thank goodness... I thought I'd lost it.

It was then that stories of the dreaming disease began to circulate more widely. We heard from our customers of a girl who smelled of cooking oil, who remembered all the wars ever fought. She could recall and recount every death, every rape, every wound, every moment of suffering that had ever been inflicted by a member of her ancestral lineage. The only place she could find relief from this barrage of collective memory was in water.

It's funny. When I retired, I thought I'd really miss it. But I really feel like there was a weight lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't believe it. When I got done with that press conference, I walked out of there and I go, "Well, now I'm just a normal citizen. My career is over and it feels good."

The pain of aloneness and pointlessness is piercing. It demands relief. That single fact — that the pain of living apart from God is unbearable — exposes our sinfulness as horribly grotesque and foolish. We insist on finding relief without coming to God on His terms.

Especially in the modern world, where everybody is so impressed with variety and complexity, so desperate to be entertained, it is a relief to settle into this simple repetitive act.

There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.

A su lado, la mujer que lo había devuelto a la vida lloraba de felicidad, porque sabía que la pesadilla había terminado y ella ya no tendría que vivir como una hija de la noche nunca más. Y sonreía, y soñaba con la nueva vida que los aguardaba al final de la travesía, en una bella finca en Italia, junto al mar, con mucho sol. Mucho sol.

I know that sometimes when you are really worried about something, it ends up not being nearly as bad as you think it will be, and you get to be relieved that you were just being silly, worrying so much over nothing. But sometimes it is just the opposite. It can happen that whatever you are worried about will be even worse than you could have possibly imagined, and you find that you were right to be worried, and even that, maybe, you weren't worried enough.

And then the crack seals up and I'm back on familiar ground, and I remember to miss my friend, and I am relieved.

One…two…three…getting closer, my heart hammering half with fear, half with relief. Safe again. Trapped again.

Illness was a temporary respite, a release from the demands of an alienating world.