A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me...? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them.
Margaret Peterson HaddixTags: fear parents silence child crying feelings discomfort protectiveness suppress
Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.
Margaret Peterson HaddixTags: parents denial crying feelings protectiveness
The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can't go on pretending she isn't crying.
Margaret Peterson HaddixTags: parents denial crying feelings discomfort
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.
Anna GodbersenDon't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)
Haruki MurakamiI thought by masking the depression with silence, the feelings might disappear.
Sharon E. RaineyTags: feelings depression mask
Want to talk about it?" I asked gently.
He smirked at me. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm a guy. We don't do that." My nose scrunched up in confusion. "We don't discuss our feelings."
"That's a relief; I don't want to talk about it either.
I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.
Albert CamusTags: feelings
There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity.
Galt NiederhofferTags: life feelings spontaneity summer weather depressing galt-niederhoffer the-romantics
Smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.
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