John Lee Hancock Quotes

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

You are in a pitiable condition if you have to conceal what you wish to tell.

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 started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager... and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that.

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.

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

In many ways, anger is a misdirected plea for love.

I was told not to cry as a kid.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

The more we deny that we have a dark side, the more power it has over us.

I've pent up all my aggression, kept swallowing it and swallowing it.

My whole life, people have been saying, Why are you so angry?

The base emotions Plato banned have left a radio-active and not radiant land.

I grew up in a family that despised displays of strong emotion, rage in particular. We stewed. We sulked. When arguments did occur, they were full-scale conniptions, and we regarded them as family failings.

I grew up with a lot of people whose whole prime mover was dad rage. I never really had it - it always seemed so empty. It always seemed to be masking something else, which was really their own lack of initiative.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.

Hatred is self-punishment.

If you don't have an outlet, you become a criminal - or misanthropic.

Sometimes, I have played something that psychologically sticks with me, that's opposite of where I am. I guess I have a lot of anger in me.

If you don't allow your aggression or negative feelings to be expressed in your waking life, then it migrates into your subconscious.

I used to write out of angst. My writing was quite miserable, quite angry, even when it was funny. It was based on this sadness and tired emotional disdain for the world.

I burn with no causes.

Passion must be concealed in a society where cold reserve and indifference are the signs of good breeding.

There aren't very many good models of feminine rage - and the ones that we remember are ones where women take that anger internally and implode themselves in a real way, like Anna Karenina or Emma Bovary.