“Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.”
“We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.”
“You can't tell me what to feel”
“If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess”
“I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.”
“That's what's wrong with women. They want you to wait for them until they get ready and then they don't even tell you how they feel. ”