Galit Quotes

Imposibleng mahalin o magustuhan mo ang isang puke kung galit ka sa bulbol.

Checking in on what our kids are doing online isn't helicoptering, it's parenting.

As parents we're meant to help each other out and build each other up.

The people we love and those who raised us live inside us; we experience their emotional pain, we dream their memories, we know what was not explicitly conveyed to us, and these things shape our lives in ways that we don’t always understand.

The absolute best way to raise kind kids, is to be kind parents.

Education is our path to change. Minds and hearts are brightened via learning.

The secrets of the mind include not only our own life experiences but also those that we unknowingly carry with us: the memories, feelings, and traumas that we inherit from previous generations.

We carry emotional material that belongs to our parents and grandparents, retaining losses of theirs that they never fully articulated. We feel these traumas even if we don’t consciously know them. Old family secrets live inside us.

If kindness wins, accountability rules.

When we are ready to unpack our inheritance, we are able to confront the ghosts we carry within.

Those truths, although not consciously known to us, shape our lives.

<...> žmogus gimė, gyveno, o paskui dėl vienos ar kitos priežasties numirė. Štai ir viskas. Smulkmenas galite pridėti pagal savo skonį, iš savo išgyvenimų.

Ay, sandali lang.’ She made a face. ‘Galit nga pala tayo dapat sa kanila.

One significant reason why people come to therapy is to search for unknown truths about themselves. That investigation starts with a wish to know who we truly are and who our parents were, and it always includes the dread of knowing.

Childhood attachments shape the therapeutic relationship in the same way that they form other relationships outside therapy. Those who expect to be loved often make sure others love them, while those who expect to be neglected might evoke neglect.

How do we inherit, hold, and process things that we don’t remember or didn’t experience ourselves? What is the weight of that which is present but not fully known? Can we really keep secrets from one another, and what do we pass on to the next generation?

Beatrice Beebe, one of my mentors and an infant researcher at Columbia University, is known for saying “Research is me-search.” By that she means that all psychological research, even when we are not aware of it, is our quest to understand and heal ourselves and the people who raised us.

Checking in on what our kids are doing online isn't 'helicoptering,' it's 'parenting.

I love social media. I love the connectivity it provides, the creativity it allows, and the breathtaking wealth of information we all have at our fingertips because of it.

When their stories are told, we recognize how that history has shaped their present lives.

When it comes to talking about trauma, we always walk the delicate line between too much and not enough, between what is too explicit and what is secretive, what is traumatizing and what is repressed and thus remains in its raw, wordless form. We are usually caught in that binary between the two extremes because when it comes to trauma, regulation is always a challenge.

Their inherited feelings of the parents’ unprocessed trauma were the phantoms that lived inside them, the ghosts of the unsaid and the unspeakable. It is those “ghostly” experiences, not quite alive but also not dead, that we inherit. They invade our reality in visible and actual ways; they loom in, leaving traces. We know and feel things and we don’t always recognize their source.

Any child whose most devastating fear is abandonment will insist on connecting with their mother and do anything to feel close to her, including compromising parts of themselves. When they give up on bringing her back to life, they will try to restore the connection through the renunciation of their own aliveness. They will meet the mother in her deadness and thus will develop their own emotional deadness.

The psychological need to work through old injuries brings us back to the original scene, where we hope to transform the passive into the active, where we try to do it all over again, this time differently. We wish to relive and this time do it better, do it right, to heal ourselves through the act of reparation. Too often the attempt at reparation instead ends as merely a repetition. In our need to heal old trauma we in fact retraumatize ourselves.

The assumption in those days was that what you don’t remember won’t hurt you. But what if what you don’t remember is in fact remembered, in spite of your best efforts? I was their first child, and their traumatic past lived in my body.

It is only when we process our own sorrow that we can offer a truthful space of mutual vulnerability and emotional honesty, a place where we can recognize the other and don't try to know better, to fix or give optimistic advice. Instead we are available to be with, listen, and bear our own pain with the pain of another human.

In ways that often feel mysterious, emotional material left unprocessed tends to appear and reappear in our lives. The unexamined life repeats itself and reverberates through the generations. The untold stories clamor for reenactment - they insist on being told. That which cannot be consciously identified forces itself into our reality and repeats itself.

-Qu’en savez vous ? Vous n’avez rien lu de moi. -D’autres

Le secret du bonheur est dans les petites choses. 

Quand Anna ouvre la porte, elle demeure figée sur le seuil, un mélange de stupéfaction et de colère sur le visage. Comment sa fille a-t-elle osé laisser sa chambre dans cet état ?

To teach our kids what they need to know online, we have to talk to them off line.

Pinanday ng apoy at alon. Pinagbuklod ng tadhana... ng pag-ibig. At patuloy na nakikinaka at patuloy na nakikisabay sa tinikling ng daigdig. Itong mga Perlas na hinumog ng galit at lambing. Itong Lupang Hinirang.

2b or nt 2b, yn ang d'feels. o hai buhay, kain 2log n lng b? magevaporate n balat me s galit!!!! d me aswang pero gus2 me inom mainit n dugo. haragan at alipin me.

GANUN TALAGA" DI KITA NIYAKAP, AKALA KO’Y MAGIGING OKAY KA DI KITA KINAUSAP, AKALA KO’Y LALABAN KA LUHA KO’Y UMAGOS, SAPAGKAT SABI NILA’Y WALA KANA NANDILIM MGA MATA KO HABANG HABOL-HABOL ANG PAGHINGA. SINISI KO ANG LANGIT, BAKIT NGAUN PA, BAKIT SYA PA, BAKIT? BAKIT SA AMIN, SA AKI’Y NINAKAW KA’T PINAGKAIT? DUMALOY ANG MGA LUHA SABAY SA AKING PAGPIKIT DIBDIB KO’Y GUSTONG SUMABOG, KUMAWALA SA GALIT. NAISIP KONG IKAW AY SUNDAN NGUNIT PINIGIL AKO NG KARAMIHAN ORAS MONA DAW KAYA HAYAAN OO NA, PERO BAKIT KA’Y BILIS NAMAN? PAGKAWALA MO AMA MALALIM ANG DULOT IKINULONG AT IPINIIT AKO NITO NG LUNGKOT UMUSBONG AT NADAMA KO PATI ANG TAKOT SAKIT NA NARARANASAN, MERON PABANG GAMOT? SUSUKO NA SANA, NGUNIT BUMALIK SA BALINTATAW KO ANG IYONG TAWA AT MGA NGITI TINUYO NG PAGMAMAHAL ANG LUHA SA AKING MGA MATANG MULI HABILIN MO’Y NAGING DAAN UPANG BUMANGON SA PIGHATI MULI, LUMIWANAG AT NAGKAKULAY ITONG AKING LABI.

„Užtat katinų akys – galbūt žiauriausia ir maloniausia, ką galima patirti iki mirties: jų išgaubtame stikle niekada neatsispindi tavo atvaizdas, bet šmėžuoja šešėlis blyškaus silueto, kuris lyg ir stovi tau už nugaros. Ir dabar, prisiminus tą nepakartojamą jausmą, šiurpas nubėga per nugarą. O po stikliniais gaubtais saugomi didžiausi ir galbūt vieninteliai pasaulio stebuklai – ant smaragdinio, gintarinio ar varinio audinio padėti ryškūs juodi žetonai, dieną virstantys kompasais, rodančiais Mirties ir Gyvybės kryptį. Taip man atrodo! Dovanokite! Jūs galite šiam jausmui nepasiduoti. Turbūt tai įmanoma. Turbūt.

Galit siya, madiin ang pagkakasara ng kanyang panga, pero pinipigil n'ya iyon. Alam ko naman ang dahilan. Lalaki siya. Ang lalaki hindi umiiyak. Kaya pinili na lang niya'ng manahimik.

Emotional Inheritance is about silenced experiences that belong not only to us but to our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents, and about the ways they impact our lives.

Just over the JFK Bridge visit a variety of seafood restaurants where you can sit, dine, and watch the sun set over the Lagoona Madre. Snoopy’s, Frenchy’s, and the JFK Bridge Restaurant’s menus offer local fish.

For those who enjoy gourmet dining, the Secret Garden Tea Room on Esplanade Street may have just the meal.

Rachel tells me that she wishes she knew more. Her family story was silenced and her unprocessed family trauma became a repressed secret with no words or symbolic thinking associated with it. Those kinds of secrets live as strangers within our minds, ones that we can’t identify, touch, or change, that are passed to the next generation as phantoms, felt but not recognized.

Emotional Inheritance is about silenced experiences that belong not only to us but to our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents, and about the ways they impact our lives. It is these secrets that often keep us from living to our full potential. They affect our mental and physical health, create gaps between what we want for ourselves and what we are able to have, and haunt us like ghosts. This book will introduce the ties connecting past, present, and future and ask: how do we move forward?

I discuss Professor Yolanda Gampel’s idea of “the radioactivity of trauma,” which is the emotional “radiation” of disaster that spreads into the lives of the generations that follow.

Those experiences that were too painful for us to entirely grasp and process are the ones that are passed down to the next generation.

It is those traumas that are unspeakable and too painful for the mind to digest that become our own inheritance and impact our offspring, and their offspring, in ways they cannot understand or control.

What haunts are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others.

A first childhood memory often conceals within it the main ingredients of future therapy. It frequently illustrates the reasons the patient seeks therapy, and portrays a picture of the patient’s view of herself. Every memory hides within it previous and also subsequent repressed memories.

Every memory hides within it previous and also subsequent repressed memories.

One of the goals associated with growth is the ability to integrate positive and negative feelings: to hate lovingly, to love while recognizing moments of disappointment and anger. The more we can know and own our destructive urges, the more able we become to love fully.

Feelings are always the motivations for intellectual investigations, even as we rationalize the world around us.

Life goes on and we visit and revisit our separations and losses. We mourn them again and again, every time from a different place. We think about them, discover new layers, process from different angles. We accept them and give these losses new meanings.

Certaines responsabilités ne se choisissent pas, on les accepte sans réserve.

On peut choisir ses amis, mais on ne peut pas se choisir soi-même.