Richelle Mead Quotes

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Even with me, there are so many things I have bottled up.

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 put her head down on the table and cried all the tears that she knew she should have cried in the past year and a half. But they weren't ready then, they were now.

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.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

God, I feel like hell tonight. Tears of rage I cannot fight. I'd be the last to help you understand... Nothing's true and nothing's right so let me be alone tonight 'cause you can't change the way I am... I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go. It's try and love me if you can. Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care, when I'm throwing punches in the air, when I'm broken down and I can't stand will you be man enough to be my man?

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

Repressed anger becomes a temporary madness. Something happens which is beyond your control. If you could have controlled, you would have controlled it still -- but suddenly it was overflowing. Suddenly it was beyond you. You couldn't do anything, you felt helpless -- and it came out. Such a person may not be angry, but he moves and lives in anger.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

i am a limitless series of natural disasters and all of these disasters have been unnaturally repressed.

I swim in a pool of my own neurosis. I carry love, grief deeply, like an Irishman.

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.

Though very troublesome to others, anger is most so to him that has it.

My mood altered and the pain turned to rage.

'Cause your love got the best of me, and baby you're making a fool of me. You got me sprung and i don't care who sees, 'cause baby you got me so crazy.