You can’t selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off all lights in a room, and still expect to see the light.

Telling you how I know…what I know…it could make things worse than they already are…for all of us

We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go.

All right, all right," he said, with that gesture I'd come to hate: two open palms facing me and patting the air, as if pushing me away, pushing me down, pushing any tears I might be preparing to cry back into their ducts.

It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection.

I am pointing to you that under these conditions--mental strain, physical malaise--it is highly probable that dislikes that were before merely mild and disagreements that were trivial might suddenly assume a more serious note. The result of pretending to be a more amiable, a more forgiving, a more high-minded person than one really is, has sooner or later the effect of causing one to behave as a more disagreeable, a more ruthless and an altogether more unpleasant person than is actually the case! If you dam the stream of natural behavior, mon ami, sooner or later the dam bursts and cataclysm occurs.

Of course I contradict myself. Why else would I often bite my tongue and attempt to put the fire out?

If there was any great lesson in life it was this: No battle was ever won with silence.

She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn’t that big a girl to hold all of it—to hold her brother’s life and his death inside of her. To hold all his long-limbed raging tidal motion and all the loss of that.

There is no time for holding back.

Honesty is vulnerability. Sadly, not everyone can handle someone’s honesty. However, lying allows people to be comfortable.

Why would you ever premedicate honesty? To hesitate is to overthink how you feel. A blurted out answer is usually the most genuine.

He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.

I wonder, though…what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back.

We're taught and trained to hold it all inside, to not feel the beauty of the innocence of letting it out when and how we feel it.And we do; we do for the fear of avoiding the stigma of weakness, until it breaks us from the inside, slowly and silently, and there is "little" or "nothing" left of us. Those who are courageous to hold on, learn to be strong and proficiently wave off the numerous darts as they come. Do they, really? It takes just one "planned" move, and all the impenetrable walls come crashing down.

For your own professionalism, reputation & appearance, it really is ok to NOT post every #video, picture, event or show on social media.On the contrary, holding back, waiting or not posting certain things all together can help much more than hurt.