Pent-up Feelings Quotes

I had always held everything in before.

From the moment I was six I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it.

Imagine two years worth of stuff that you've been holding on to and everything just keeps piling up to the point where the pot just overflows. You know what happens when a pot overflows? It hits the side of the pan and it hits the fire and the fire just explodes.

The two of them were stoic and stone-faced and ten feet apart, currently not even looking at each other, but Zuzana had the impression of a pair of magnets pretending not to be magnets. Which, you know, only works until it doesn't.

I think I write songs because of pent-up feelings.

There is a limit on how much information you can keep bottled up.

A lot of guys are walking around with a lot simmering beneath the surface, and sometimes it explodes.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

All the times, all the very many times, I had been forced to thwart and stifle my own nature seemed to gather together then, in that hot and dismal corridor. I heard a rushing sound in my head and felt a pressure in my breast, like floodwaters rising behind a flimsy dike. Before I knew I did it, the soup bowl was rising in my hand as if elevated by some supernatural force. Then, its yellow-gray contents were running down the nurse's pudgy face.