Melissa Marr Quotes

He disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.

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

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.

I don't display emotions. I have every feeling that everyone else has, but I've developed ways to suppress them. Anger is one of my most comfortable feelings.

I wept not, so to stone within I grew.

I suppose there's an anger in all of us. Some hidden rage that you keep at bay.

I think that all the anger and cynicism comes from suppressing things that we always wanted.

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.

Unlike my previous roles, which portrayed girls who are supportive and loving, Hye-jung is a cold loner who doesn't know how to love.

I can sometimes feel like I'm an aggressive man inside. I'm not going to show that on social media.

My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.

Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.

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.

He does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.

Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.

My dislike has no consequences. It accrues only in my mind—like preserves on a shelf or guns zeroing in, and never firing.

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotion from a king.

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.

You have always fought against your dreams, and 'I want' has never even shown its face. It was always drowned out by 'I must' or 'I hope' or 'I need...'

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

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.

To be silent. In hopes of not offending, in hopes of being accepted. But what happened to people who never spoke, never raised their voices? Kept everything inside? Gamache knew what happened. Everything they swallowed, every word, thought, feeling rattled around inside, hollowing the person out. And into that chasm they stuffed their words, their rage.

So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.