Miranda July Quotes

Sometimes I feel good, at times I feel used. Loving you darling, makes me so confused.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

I'm completely in love with the world but also terrified of it. It creates some overwhelming feelings. Wanting to battle out that joy and fear is part of my music.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

You really love her don't you," she said. With all my heart." She looked as sad as I'd ever seen her. What's your heart telling you to do?" I don't know." Maybe", she said gently,"You're trying to hard to hear it.

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

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately...

We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

Though I love you like a brother, I would rather be your lover.

Had she been in town, the two of them would have spent most of the day together, and she didn't want that. Then again, deep down, it was exactly what she wanted, leaving her more confused that she'd been in years.

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?

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.

Pride and curiosity are the two scourges of our souls. The latter prompts us to poke our noses into everything, and the former forbids us to leave anything unresolved and undecided.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

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

A man's greatest battles are the ones he fights within himself.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete - that's what scares me.