At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don’t keep other people out, they fence you in. Life is messy. That’s how we’re made. So you can waste your life drawing lines…or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines…that are way too dangerous to cross. Here’s what I…
Catalog
Dr. Meredith Grey
It's all about lines. The finish line at the end of residency, waiting in line for a chance at the operating table, and then there's the most important line, the line separating you from the people you work with. It doesn't help to get too familiar, to make friends. You need boundaries, between you…
At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out; they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made.
At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.
Intimacy is a four-syllable word for ‘Here are my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy.'
I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of a guide that can tell you when you've crossed the line.
It's my party and I'll get drunk if I want to.
Responsibility. It really does suck....Unfortunately, once you get past the age of braces and training bras, responsibility doesn't go away.
We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?
The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open, like it or not....And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore....The problem with secrets is even when you think you're…
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be—white dress, Prince Charming who'd carry you away to a castle on a hill. You'd lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith....Santa Claus, the Tooth…
What's up with the need to hit the self-destruct button? Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way because without it….I don't know. Maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying….Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
It's not us. It's them. Them and their stupid boy...penises.
You're letting her think you're emotionally available. You're letting her think she has a chance. And there is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance when you really don't.
The key to surviving a surgical internship is denial. We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial.
Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass.