Dean Koontz Quotes

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.

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

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 don't even like to cry in private.

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.

Thank you for this, Peter. For dry eyes and silent weeping. You taught me how to hide anything i felt. More than ever, i need that now.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.

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

Emotional pain makes me want to isolate. Or hit back. It's very tough to rise above my natural inclinations. I'm always working on this.

But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.

The young woman was crying, in the way that grownups cry, keeping it inside as much as they can, and hating it when it still pushes out at the edges, making them ugly and funny-looking on the way.

Keeping a smile on your lips even when you're on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for those who show their feelings.

My voice is clotted with unshed tears.

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

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.

I think we're all sensitive; everyone has a certain way about themselves that people don't like to let their emotions out too often. I think people tend to suppress them and hold them in, so I think there's a bit of that in me.

I didn't cry much after I was 35, but staggered stony-faced into middle age, a handkerchief still in my bag just in case.

As a young child, I was never a crier. I never cried to get my way, or even when I was in pain.