Quotes Tagged "denial"

The mind knows the truth when your heart denies what it feels. When you don't feel safe to let people in it is because you're not ready to deal with the pain of honesty.

The truth is the truth. Denying it doesn't make it go away.

Denial can be beautiful But only when you're a fantastic liar

We're all drowning, but don't say it out loud.

Silence is a lie that screams at the light.

Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.

Denial. It’s the only thing that keeps most of us from losing our sanity.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

Denial is a request to Creation for a more dramatic lesson.

The scariest truth is the one suspected as reality but hidden behind a mask of denial; because once the mask falls away, there's nowhere else to hide it. You have to make a choice: face it head on and accept it, or be destroyed by it.

I wept for relationships not possible due to denial and dreams locked in the back of people’s minds, all of the bits of life that lay dormant until the babblings of televisions and nursing homes sweep them away. It makes me wonder how many of the dreams we had originally have already been forgotten.

Eli . . .” I rasped. I lost track of where his kisses landed, where his fingers touched, and grew too comfortable in his arms. “I can’t.” “You can,” he urged, pulling back and grinding my hips against his. Heat quickly rushed to my cheeks. “I have you. I found you, and I’m not letting you go.” “You don’t—” Eli’s mouth crashed down on mine, stealing a kiss, and I freakin’ lost it. His mouth was absolutely sinful and there was nothing gentle about him, either. Eli was out for something good and was determined to get it. Euphoria sliced through my drunken haze and I grinned as I kissed him back. When his hands slid up my dress and his tongue pushed past my teeth, I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist. Just this. I can do this. Eli’s fingers inched closer to my panties and I threw my head back against the building to catch my breath. Oh, my God. Lights flashed behind my eyes and the red and blue spots showered over me like rain. “I-I have a wedding tomorrow. My friend’s,” I muttered, almost pulling away. To my ears, it didn’t even sound like a coherent sentence. “Cielo, I don’t really care.” Eli glanced up at me from his place between my flushed breasts and leaned in to suck my bottom lip into his mouth. “I’m drunk.” “Good.” His hand beneath my dress tugged and I heard the audible rip of my panties. “So am I.

The war began after I had placed him on a pedestal. My expectations were only leading me to more disappointments. First I tried to fight it with denial then I tried to fight him with my words. I did everything but accept that he was not the man I thought he was.

Denial is denying the existence of a problem. It’s a standard tactic that substitutes deliberate ignorance for thoughtful planning. Denial is a liar, which compounds the problem by blocking our creative vision towards the possible solution. Denial is a deceiver too. It makes us do things that pleases us & not the things which can resolve the problem. Accept the truth, accept failure/defeat, accept pain. It’s the acceptance that brings the positive change.

Time is denial's mortal enemy and is always victorious against it.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.

While facts do kill ignorance, ignoring facts does not kill them.

All religions, nearly all philosophies, and even a part of science testify to the unwearying, heroic effort of mankind desperately denying its contingency.

Though silence is not necessarily an admission, it is not a denial, either.

Delay is the deadliest form of denial.