Mark David Chapman Quotes

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.

I've always turned my anger inwards towards self-destruction.

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.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.

Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.

Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

I can't control my frustration.

If it weren't the problem of politics for me, it would be another. And yet, sometimes it's so difficult. And I feel sorry for myself. And then hate myself for this feeling of self-pity.

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.

Anger is energising. The opposite of anger is depression, which is anger turned inward.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

When you're in your twenties, you're made of expectations, and when they're shattered, you don't know how to behave. The fact is if you react really outraged, you fear that you'll get dropped and feel even more terrible. But there's only a certain amount you can put up with before you become obnoxious in your own eyes, right?

There's definitely an intense anger that I have inside, and I don't know where it came from. I've had it all my life. My mom was always like, 'You're going to end up in jail with that temper!'

My siblings and I kept everything to ourselves, and rather than blowing up in an instant, my family broke apart slowly.

I'm very interested in dysfunction. I kind of realized in my first film that a character with so much rage that she didn't know where to put it was both heartbreaking and interesting to me.

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

No one saw me cry over my dad's death for almost nine years. I hid what I felt, bottling up my emotions so tightly that almost nothing leaked out.

I used to bottle things up.

In the South, you can't say you're hurting. You can't cry, so you lash out.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

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

All the trials we endure cannot be compared to these interior battles.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

Sometimes I not only stand there and take it, I even smile at them and say I'm sorry. When I feel that smile coming onto my face, I wish I could take my face off and stamp on it.