Baron Corbin Quotes

If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

I don't care what people say! Please get that straight. I really don't. Because I can't.

Sometimes I just want to sit in my boxer shorts and cry. That's what being a human is.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

To me, you can't win. You can't win. There's a war in Iraq; there's no way that they're ending that. The war in Afghanistan is still going on. There's no way that's going to end anytime soon. You can complain about it, you can throw rocks at it, but you really have to come to the conclusion that this is a really twisted place sometimes and some stuff you're not going to win.

I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

I've tried and I can't. The thought of it twists me in a knot.

Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry.

Despair is anger with no place to go.

I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.

Things don't spiral out of control when we surrender them; they spiral out of control when we try to control them!

By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?

I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.

Do you—do you think I want to—do you think I give a—I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!" Harry roared. "You will," said Dumbledore sadly. "Because you are not nearly as mad at me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it.

Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep.

But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter.

You cannot sedate all the things you hate.

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.

Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on

The worst pain a man can have is to know much and be impotent to act.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.