Fred Allen Quotes

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

I almost never cry, and it's something I don't like about myself. I sometimes try and make myself cry. Sometimes, when I'm in pain, I say if I could just cry it would make it so much easier.

We all know that being able to express deep emotion can literally save a person's life, and suppressing emotion can kill you both spiritually and physically.

Shouting at people keeps you alive, healthy, young, fresh.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

A lot of times, men like to keep stuff in and that's the worst thing that you can do.

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's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.

There ought to be a room in every house to swear in. It's dangerous to have to repress an emotion like that.

I laugh because I must not cry, that is all, that is all.

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

Tears are a good alterative, but a poor diet.

It was all those biographies in me yelling, 'We want out. We want to tell you what we've done to you.'

I like a good cry every now and then. It releases something. There are times in my life when I'm meant to cry, but I don't actually cry. But then I can be walking down the street and it's been a few months, and things get on top of me - that's when I find myself crying.

Whining is anger through a small opening.

For poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the amenities keep in the cellar may come out to dance, to rove and roar, growling and singing, to bring life back to the enclosed rooms where too often we are only 'living and partly living.

I’ve often been accused of being too emotional and sentimental, but I believe in honest sentiment, and the need to purge ourselves at certain times, which is ancient. Men would live at least five or six more years and not have ulcers if they could cry better.

Once I got past my anger toward my mother, I began to excel in volleyball and modeling.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

As she had been walking from the ward to that room, she had felt such pure hatred that now she had no more rancor left in her heart. She had finally allowed her negative feelings to surface, feelings that had been repressed for years in her soul. She had actually FELT them, and they were no longer necessary, they could leave.

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

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!

Laughing and crying are really similar - what happens to your body. It's a very similar process in your diaphragm. Like a musician, you have to do your scales once in a while and warm up your voice.

Some tears have to be cried no matter what the hour- until they are, they simply rave and burn inside.