Barbara Park Quotes

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

I get in my own head, and at the end of the day, I'm my biggest critic, and I'm my worst enemy, too.

I relate to Michael Keaton's character in 'Birdman' so much, how he has that voice being so mean and then another boosting his confidence.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

Part of me was saying if you say that she's alive, what would everybody think? What are you going to tell everybody who followed you, who you've inspired? What are you going to say? I was scared. That's the truth. I was just scared, and I didn't know what to do.

God knows what lives in me in place of me.

...you are battered and bruised in the collisions between reminiscence and reality.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr.Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at last?

i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.

I'm an extremist, I have to deal with my own extreme personality, and I walk the fine line of wanting to die and wanting to be the ruler of it all.

Your mind is like, oh my God, I know this is wrong, but your body just gives in.

From the wrestling of his own soul with the great enemy, comes that depth and mystery which startles us in Hamlet.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

Mixed feelings, like mixed drinks, are a confusion to the soul.

I can't deal with actors! I can't deal with myself. We're neurotic and miserable ... I love doing what I'm doing, but while I'm doing it, I'm miserable.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

Whenever I was on the podium, it felt weird. I was obviously happy to have done well, but it wasn't truly happy from the bottom of my heart.

So being two different people in one day unnerved me to no end.

It's not like you make a decision and everything inside you is 100 percent happy.

I can't say I have control over my emotions; I don't know my mind. I'm lost like everyone else. I'm certainly not a leader.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

The tension between 'yes' and 'no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot', makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.

I don't feel like a 40-year-old. I feel more like four 10-year-olds, each pulling in a different direction.