Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

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

Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can kill you.

But persistent name calling? that prolongs hurt. It stretches out. Each nasty word stretches the rubber band further away until finally, one day, it snaps back at you with maximum impact

But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

It wasn't so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me.

Those 18 months in solitary confinement... bruised my soul. If I had had a weapon, I would have fought my way out.

I love those sorts of stories where you actually see the consequences of what violence does physically to people as well as psychologically.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

Isolation is devastating to the human psyche.

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.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

I think people who come from abuse and/or people who have mental illnesses, have terrible self-esteem problems.

no one had experiences any more, only traumas.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

Family was a fertile breeding ground for the kind of psychological bacteria that warped minds and devoured hope.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.

Words can bruise and break hearts, and minds as well. There are no black and blue marks, no broken bones to put in plaster casts, and therefore no prison bars for the offender.

It's a TV show. Only the emotional damage is real.

A child of broken mind, the fear that I hide behind.

Shame produces trauma. Trauma produces paralysis.

Once shame touches your being at any point, even the most distant nerve is implicated, whether you know it or not; any fleeting encounter or random thought will rake up the anguish and add to it.