Parvathy Quotes

We all - if we are honest with ourselves, we all have these dark spaces within our souls that we don't always want to talk about or acknowledge.

No one writes about the emotional things you go through.

I think children in general have a very hard time - at least I did - expressing any pain because I didn't want to hurt the people that I loved.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

I think when people are repressing things, or burying things, that can manifest in all sorts of ways.

People have so much pain inside them that they're not even aware of.

I know I probably have a lot of rage in me that I don't show. But I'm not about to wallow in it or reveal it.

A lot of guys are walking around with a lot simmering beneath the surface, and sometimes it explodes.

It's impossible to exorcise the darkness out of you. We can pretend it's not there until something bursts.

I used to bottle things up.

I think it's always interesting to me how we keep secrets from the ones we love the most. You could be so close to someone, but still there was something you can't express, you can't tell them, because it's almost too painful and too hard for you to articulate yourself, because you don't fully understand it.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

When we speak, we want to say something sweet, but we don't say something sweet because something is ordering us from deep down to say something unkind. We want to open our hearts to people, but we can't do it, because we are being ordered around by the sufferings we have concealed deep in our consciousness.

I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

I have a tendency to really stuff things — like, I don't really express certain feelings.

The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of.

I went through a lot in my life that scarred me pretty good. I built a wall around myself to the point where nobody knew what was really going on inside of me, including myself.

My wife keeps on telling me my worst fault is that I keep things to myself and appear relaxed. But I am really in a room in my own head and not hearing a thing anyone is saying.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

I've been hiding crucial events in my life since I was 13.