Fiona Apple Quotes

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.

It's like trying to describe what you feel when you're standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon or remembering your first love or the birth of your child. You have to be there to really know what it's like.

I've always been very visceral in that I feel things very deeply.

It's fun to get really intense and emotionally detailed and complicated.

For people who feel things in an enormous way, it's pretty hard to live in this world.

Do not try to explain feelings. Live everything intensely and treasure what you feel as a gift from God.

For me, it's owning the fact that I have a sensitive disposition along with a rampant imagination that makes up stories and convinces me they're true. I feel things intensely, and that sometimes brings me on wave of profound sorrow.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.

I'm an emotional person. I love music that moves me and makes the hair on my arms stand up. And I want the same thing in relationships. Either you can keep up or you can't.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

Things were not tragic for us then, because although we cared passionately we didn't care deeply.

And he wishes, in the cold quiet of his archer's heart, that he himself could feel the intensity of their reconciliations as strongly as he feels that of their battles.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.

I feel everything more deeply. Every action I take, I think of her first. That's a big change for me. That - and no sleep!

Said I loved you but I lied, cause this is more than love I feel inside.

Nothing is little to him that feels it with great sensibility.

You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.

Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don't express themselves, they die on piece at a time.

Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them like Paul Revere, awakening feelings that gather into great armies.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

I'm totally into the emotional aspect of things.

Why must one love rarely to love well?