Orson Scott Card 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.

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.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend.

If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

Remembering how my mother looked before she gave birth to my sister is frightening. But even more frightening is the feeling that I wanted them to catch me and beat me. Why did I want to be punished? Shadows out of the past clutch at my legs and drag me down. I open my mouth to scream, but I am voiceless. My hands are trembling, I feel cold, and there is a distant humming in my ears.

Some emotions cannot be endured with a golf club in your hands.

You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble with letting them in at all. They made a mess of the place.

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.

The silence is perfect, and yet a torment.

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

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

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

I almost never cry, and it's something I don't like about myself. I sometimes try and make myself cry. Sometimes, when I'm in pain, I say if I could just cry it would make it so much easier.

You know, sometimes I feel well and vital in the world, and sometimes I just feel so distressed I want to pull my hair out by the roots.

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

It is clear to me that one of the biggest obstacles we face as human beings is the pain we put ourselves through when we resist and wrestle with our emotions.

I bleed like nobody else.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.