I do tend to drape my real feelings with pretty words and different layers and stuff.
All of us have ways in which we mask and cover our pain.
No one can control his emotion of love for a woman ... the sentiment he feels, I mean, but the strong man controls the demonstration.
I don't really cry.
I leave my emotions at home.
No matter how much you try to pretend and force yourself and maybe fight against love and try to forget or be oblivious to it, there's no way to fight it. I think when it's there, it's there.
I'm one of those people that, if I'm sad or depressed, I don't talk to people about it. I bottle it in.
I've pretty much grown up to hide my emotions for the most part.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
No one tries to cry. You try not to cry. No one tries to laugh. You try not to laugh.
When something's painful, you just avoid it. Why bother dredging up the past if it's nothing but bad stuff?
I'm British, so obviously I repress any powerful emotions of any kind in relation to anything.
I was always telling people I was doing great, even if I wasn't.
It hurts when you have to smile and you don't want to smile, but the best thing to do is to smile.
Having no emotions is the most difficult, to tone it down.
Even if I'm not having the best time in a social situation, I'll force a smile.
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.
Just being a normal person and having a social life involves a lot of dishonesty for me.
If someone asks you if you're all right, and you say you are, that's usually a lie.
The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can.
Sometimes people fear the truth. They'd rather not speak to you than know what you really think.
