Elliott Smith Quotes

I like poems where you don't really know whether to laugh or cry when you read them.

Character and emotionality don't always have to be relegated to quieter, more simple constructs.

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?

What people call unemotional just doesnt have a single overriding emotion to it. The things that I like best are the ones that ambiguous on the emotional level.

It's a weird dynamic - I guess there is a fine line between hope and sadness. Sometimes you can be feeling both at the same time.

I want to soundtrack people's layered feelings.

Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostagic and hopeful all at the same time.

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.

What strange creatures brothers are!

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between "love" and "in love

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

I tend to be much more in the present and my emotions are simpler. I can be happy, I can be sad, I can be depressed, but there's a complexity that I don't have. I don't brood the same way. Fear is my main emotion.

I never feel the need to go out and make some grand statement that I'm dark and twisty and complicated, because I'm not that either. It's just not as simple as ponies and rainbows, though I do love ponies and rainbows.

It is the way you feel that is your point of attraction.

What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or sorrow. There are times in our lives when we seem to go singing on our way, and when the beauty of the world sets itself like a quiet harmony to the song we uplift.

Oh, well...up until now it had been a good day, in a horrible kind of way.

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

I envy the music lovers hear. I see them walking hand in hand, standing close to each other in a queue at a theater or subway station, heads touching while they sit on a park bench, and I ache to hear the song that plays between them: The stirring chords of romance's first bloom, the stately airs that whisper between a couple long in love. You can see it in the way they look at each other... you can almost hear it. Almost, but not quite, because the music belongs to them and all you can have of it is a vague echo that rises up from the bittersweet murmur and shuffle of your own memories.

All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.

Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness", "joy", or "regret". Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that is oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions.

A great song will be great forever - it's timeless and classic in that way.

Every arena of life intersects with what's going on in our hearts. Everything passes through on its way to wherever it's going. Everything.