#cho

It's in our biology to trust what we see with our eyes. This makes living in a carefully edited, overproduced and photoshopped world very dangerous. ↗

— Brené Brown

#media #perfectionism #photoshopped #psychology #wellbeing

I think you should listen to your heart. It is there the True One speaks to us most. ↗

— Derek Donais

#heart #sci-fi #sci-fi

What you must remember is that the magic itself is neither good nor bad, no more so than this ship might be used for right or wrong. It might be used by a fisherman to feed a village, for example. Or, the same vessel might be sailed by pirates to murder and pillage...the lumber, rope, nails, cotton, and everything that goes into it-is created by the True One. Humans decide how it is to be put together and how it is used. ↗

— Derek Donais

#right-and-wrong #sci-fi #sci-fi

Look,” he said, “the point is there’s no way to be a hundred percent sure about anyone or anything. So you’re left with a choice. Either hope for the best, or just expect the worst.” If you expect the worst, you’re never disappointed,” I pointed out. Yeah, but who lives like that? ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#expect #hope #lock-and-key #negative #positive

The depressed person is a radical, sullen atheist. ↗

— Julia Kristeva

#depression #melancholia #atheist

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#night #sad #winter #winter

Childhood trauma does not come in one single package. ↗

— Dr. Asa Don Brown

#psychologist #psychology #ptsd #recovery #research

It is very tempting to take the side of the perpetrator. All the perpetrator asks is that the bystander do nothing. He appeals to the universal desire to see, hear, and speak no evil. The victim, on the contrary, asks the bystander to share the burden of pain. The victim demands action, engagement, and remembering. ↗

— Judith Herman

#morality #psychology #trauma-and-recovery #recovery

Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up ↗

— Flora Rheta Schreiber

#amnesia #dissociation #dissociative-amnesia #dissociative-identity-disorder #fugue

If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #lust