There are some things that you see that are hard to talk about. You can't talk about it. You just bear witness to them.
I have two children who died before reaching 30, so who am I to complain about being alive?
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
You don't know the demons people deal with, and you just have no idea.
One of the things that free people do is engage in conspiracies of silence about problems that do not seem solvable.
Such as slavery in the early days of the Republic.
You've been hurt before, I can see it in your eyes. You try to smile it away, some things you can't disguise.
I think any woman who has lost a child and certainly lost more than one child, there's going to be a part of them that they keep closed off forever.
When someone has spent a lifetime trying to survive a death sentence, the last thing you want is your children uncovering what you have been at such pains to conceal.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.
I have no words for my reality.
Most people don't go around talking about their miscarriages. It's not really something you shout about. What's more, people often feel embarrassed or even guilty about them.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
I think the thumb print on the throat of many people is childhood trauma that goes unprocessed and unrecognized.
I like the idea of contained emotion because I grew up most of my life feeling that way. As an adolescent, people would always say I was not expressive, and they always made the mistake of thinking that I didn't feel anything because I didn't react to things.
As victims of hurt, we frequently don't bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
I didn't really feel I was being hurt, but you could feel it.
Some of the people who look the most normal are probably the maddest people trying to look normal.
If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
Everyone thought I had everything. I had nothing.
If someone has behaved badly with a woman. and she hasn't spoken about it for ten, 20, or 30 years, it's her prerogative when she wants to speak.
The public must suffer untold pangs from the stiffness, the deliberate stifling of emotion, on the part of many British actors.
I was always the one asking everybody else if they were O.K. I never talked about my problems. I didn't want to admit I had problems. I just let 'em build up. I didn't want anybody to know I was hurtin'.
I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.