Mark Haddon Quotes

You can't always tell when someone's keeping something inside and not really happy.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

It's important not to indicate. People don't try to show their feelings, they try to hide them.

I wouldn't tell Jill how I felt. I behaved in such a way that was opposite to how I felt. I must have seemed strong to her. I didn't want to bring her down.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

People carry their secrets in hidden places, not on their faces. They carry suffering on their faces. Also bitterness if there’s room.

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that...Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these men and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men will say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams.

You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.

People always think I'm not scared. I've noticed that whenever I feel stressed, everyone thinks I'm fine, and later, it's like, 'I was not fine.'

How a character hides his feelings tells us something about him.

There's a lot of insecure, sad people in any profession.

Players hold a lot of their emotions in.

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.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise.

But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.

My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

They say I have no emotions, but I'm excited even if you can't see it.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.