The following are useful quotes, famous people or not, to ponder over.

Great Psychology Quotes and What Makes them Great

“We know what we are but not what we may be.”  Ophelia in Hamlet

“I have not failed. I have just found 10,000 things that do not work.”  Thomas Edison  1847-1931

“The brain is wider than the sky.” Emily Dickinson (1830-1886

“Great spirits have often overcome violent opposition from mediocre minds.” Albert Einstein , (1879-1955)

“We are so made, that we can only derive intense enjoyment from a contrast and only very little from a state of things.” Sigmund Freud (1856-1939)

“I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have.” Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

“Don’t become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin.” Ivan Pavlov   (1849-1936)

“The greatest discovery of my generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind.” William James (1842-1910)

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”  Shakespeare (Hamlet)

“Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.” Noam Chomsky (1928- )

Education survives when what has been learnt has been forgotten.” B.F. Skinner (1904-1990)

“There is in every child at every stage a new miracle of vigorous unfolding.” Erik Erikson (1902-1994)

“Much learning does not teach understanding.”  Heraclitus (544-483 B.C)

“The disappearance of a sense of responsibility is the most far-reaching consequence of submission to authority.” Stanley Milgram (1933-1984)

“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)

“If you have no critics you’ll likely have no success.” Malcom X (1925-1965)

“Cognitive psychology tells us that the unaided human mind is vulnerable to many fallacies and illusions because of its reliance on its memory for vivid anecdotes rather than systematic statistics.”  Steven Pinker

“The purpose of psychology is to give us a completely different idea of the things we know best.” Paul Valery

“Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort.” Mason Cooley

“The greatest discovery of my generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind. ” William Jame

“The happiness of of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.” Marcus Aurelius

“Life can show up no other way than that way in which you perceive it.” Neale Donald Walsch

 

The following is a poem, written by myself… (please do not use without prior permission)

If only you can see beyond my mask

If only you could experience what i have

If only you can be in my shoes

If only you are caring

If only someone would understand my circumstance

If only you would be willing to listen without judging

If only my smile is as genuine

If only my problems would disappear

If only we can rid the stigma attached

If only we can wake up and realise

If only we don’t turn a blind eye

If only we could pay more attention

If only we can be ready to seek help

If only you won’t be foolish and turn away

If only you could acknowledge before you experience the same

If only you could help me stop hiding

If only families would stay true and real

If only i can get the support from my family

If only my family remembers what they almost lost

If only everyone would understand i’m not the same

If only you i can make sense of my thoughts to you all

If only we strengthen our bond

If only i could break out of this

If only we are ready to battle this

If only we help each other

If only i can be me

If only it just was just a dream

If only…

If only…

If only i can tackle this mental health

If only we realise mental health is not being insane

If only we read up on the symptoms

If only we are ready to change

If only we do help

If only…

 

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

(To see the video of the poem being read, please click here.)

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this. I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn
September 1966