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Psychology Sentences, Vol. 7

(Sentences for interactions with therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists - or even just friends supporting each other. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You deal with your past, or you get trapped by it."

"How happy are you?"

"Didn't you like your childhood?"

"Good has never been an absolute."

"It's not like there's a borderline between the good people and the bad people. You're not on one side or the other."

"Do you understand that you can't do this alone?"

"Aren't you supposed to ask me some questions?"

"This anger that I'm picking up on - this lack of control - what if it's all projection?"

"Let's not pretend it's been a normal day."

"Why are you so hesitant to discuss this?"

"You know me; I'll be fine. I'm always fine."

"How is it you're supposed to actually be helping me?"

"You've changed. You've transformed fear into anger."

"I had an accident a while ago. That kind of changed things for me."

"You don't say much, but you have an unquiet mind."

"Do you think you deserved to be loved?"

"I'm not certain I can feel anger anymore. I'm not certain I can feel anything."

"Why are you different?"

"May I ask you a personal question?"

"I should have known you wouldn't understand."

"It's called avoidance. You're giving me the least amount of information possible in response to each question."

"It's not a weakness to need people, you know."

"Your anger rules you. You must learn to master your emotions."

"Something dark is growing inside me."

"You don't have to do this anymore. You've already proven how tough you are."

"They talk about the five stages of grief. I think that's a myth. I think there are dozens."

"In the few jerky seconds of sleep I do get, all I see is dark swarming behind my eyelids."

"Have you ever felt alone?"

feel free to adjust pronouns as necessary!

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overture

"no one mourns the wicked."

"isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"

"goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely."

"are people born wicked?"

"now, at last, she's dead and gone."

what is this feeling?

"there's been some confusion over rooming."

"my roommate is unusually and exceedingly peculiar..."

"what is this feeling, fervid as a flame?"

"i will be loathing you my whole life long."

"these things are sent to try us."

the girl in the bubble

"such a beautiful life built on lies."

"all that's required to live in a dream is endlessly closing your eyes."

"the truth has a way of seeping on in."

"it's time for her bubble to pop."

"who in the world is she now?"

"the beautiful lies never stop."

no place like home

"why do i love this place that's never loved me?"

"it's a promise, an idea...and i want to help make it come true."

"why should a land have so much meaning when dark times befall it?"

"when you feel it's not worth fighting for, compel yourself."

"think how you will grieve for all you leave behind."

"if we just keep fighting for it, we will win back and restore it."

for good

"i've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason."

"we are led to those who help us most to grow."

"i don't know if i believe that's true."

"i know i'm who i am today, because i knew you."

"it well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime."

"let me say before we part, so much of me is made from what i learned from you."

"who can say if i've been changed for the better?"

"i guess we know there's blame to share."

no good deed

"let him never die."

"what good is this chanting? i don't even know what i'm reading!"

"no act of charity goes unresented."

"was i really seeking good or just seeking attention?"

"let all agree, i''m wicked through and through."

"all helpful urges should be circumvented."

"that's one more disaster I can add to my generous supply."

wonderful

"once folks buy into your blarney, it becomes the thing they'll most hold onto."

"they'll go on believing what they want to."

"they called me 'wonderful.' "

"you know, i never really had a family."

"the truth is just what everyone agrees on."

⁀✉︎  ꮇꮖꮪꮯ.  ꮖɴᏼꮻх​  ꮇꭼꮪꮪꭺꮐꭼꮪ   @bellesshelf     +    lexie |   |   |   ⤷   :    she’s  found  him  at  his  desk  once  more.  it’s  rare  in  a  marriage  to  compete  over  who  is  the  most  talkative  and  most  knowledgeable  about  oddball  medical  abnormalities  but  tonight,  at  dinner,  it  was  jack.  even  if  thatcher  grey  rolled  his  eyes  at  his  son  in  law  for  it,  lexie  thinks  jack  is  marvelous.  that  he  ought  to  be  *marveled  at*.  so  she  bends  in  front  of  him  and  kisses  just  beneath  a  hairline  of  silvery  curls,  whispering,  “i  love  your  weird  brain.”  (fine!  there’s  your  kiss  annie!)

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟  𝐨𝐟  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤.  the  distance  he  kept  from  lexie’s  father  —  a  man  who  reminded  him  far  too  much  of  his  own  —  was  a  practiced  kind  of  self-preservation.  but  the  other  half,  the  more  important  half,  came  from  her.  it  was  in  the  ease  he  felt  when  she  was  near.  the  way  he  could  fall  into  a  ramble  about  whatever  medical  study  had  last  seized  his  mind,  and  she  would  be  there  still,  cross-legged  on  the  couch  or  curled  beside  him,  listening.  not  just  waiting  for  her  turn  to  speak,  but  listening.  letting  him  go  on.

and  then  she  kissed  his  forehead.  said  those  soft  words.  he  looked  up  at  her  with  hazel  eyes,  as  though  the  feeling  had  started  behind  his  ribs  and  made  its  way  all  the  way  to  the  back  of  his  teeth.  a  kind  of  love  that  ached  sweetly.  his  fingers  brushed  against  hers,  lingered.  he  lifted  her  hand  to  his  lips  and  kissed  her  fingers.  ❝ i  love  you.  ❞