Thomas Wolfe Quotes

Few things can make us feel crazier than expecting something from someone who has nothing to give.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.

I always felt caged, closed in, like I was punching at things that weren't there. I always had too much energy for the room I was in.

Our present time is indeed a criticizing and critical time, hovering between the wish, and the inability to believe. Our complaints are like arrows shot up into the air at no target: and with no purpose they only fall back upon our own heads and destroy ourselves.

Where I fit in is confusing to me.

Sometimes I don't understand why I'm sitting here.

I have never met anyone who wasn't confused inside.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore."... He turned from me with a sigh. "I need a drink."... "Oh, good. That'll fix everything. I'm glad in a world gone mad, you've still got your old standbys."... "What do you expect me to do?" he asked. "You could... You could... Well, now that you're here, you could help us. Plus, this guy we're meeting. He's another spirit user."... "Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back. " He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need two drinks."

Manic depression's touching my soul. I know what I want, but I just don't know how to go about getting it.

And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.

This supposed to be yall year? We aint get the memo.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

I'm losing control."-Brittany Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex

The birth of a doubt that was once your belief is drowning in the tears that you cry.

...Choice in every form is conflict. Contradiction is inevitable in choice; this contradiction, inner and outer breeds confusion and misery.

Those who cannot tell what they desire or expect, still sigh and struggle with indefinite thoughts and vast wishes.

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

There’s no doubt in my mind that McMurphy’s won, but I’m not sure what.

Melanctha Herbert was always losing what she had in all the things she saw. Melanctha was always being left when she was not leaving others. Melanctha Herbert always loved too hard and much too often. She was always full with mystery and subtle movements and denials and vague distrusts and complicated disillusions. Then Melanctha would be sudden and impulsive and unbounded in some faith, and then she would suffer and be strong in her repression. Melanctha Herbert was always seeking rest and quiet and always she could only find new ways to be in trouble.

I guess I don't really know what I want to do, either. Sometimes I feel like a shook-up bottle of soda. Like, I have all this passion that wants to explode, but I don't know where to aim it yet.