Phil McGraw Quotes

I can tell you my feelings were hurt.

I would just go in my room and just scream out of anger because I didn't understand how a person could be so vicious and mean.

An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.

I am desperate and vulnerable. ... I am always terrified.... Beauty can sometimes be so very troublesome.

Sometimes people say terrible things when they're scared. They don't mean to, but they can't help it. They lash out because if they can see that their words hurt someone else, it makes them feel as if they aren't completely powerless.

I grant you that frustration is a very mild form of fear, yet it is fear nonetheless.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I'm like anybody else. You get enough, you can get beat up. You can get hurt. You can get frustrated. You can get demoralized.

I was banned when I feel I was at my peak, and anyone in my shoes would feel the same way I did and would also have gone through the whole range of emotions that I did.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

They are becoming hysterical. This is the result of frustration.

What you said hurt me very much. I cried all the way to the bank.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly - hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

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

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.

Occasionally, I come to moments of anguish in the text.

There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.

Hope hurt more than the cold.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

He wanted this someone to see how much he hurt.

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.