Dick York Quotes

I don't know how I feel right now.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

I just don't know where my head is sometimes.

I can’t imagine what my school friends must have thought was going on because I was wandering around in some kind of dream. I felt as though my insides had been taken out which is, I now realize, the right feeling.

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

I freely admit I'm confused. I'm a confused and troubled individual but at the same time...Its Free!

The greatest fight is when you are fighting in the smoke and cannot see with your eyes.

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

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

I lost my head for a little while.

I don't know the true meaning of happiness.

I've always felt alienated. I realized that I've been terrified my entire life. So I can identify that fear which drives so many of the people that I write about.

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

I think I was kind of melancholy as a kid. I spent a lot of time inside my own head, a lot of time sort of staring into space wondering the hell was going on.

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

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

You all right, man?' This should be my name. I could be like a super hero: You All Right Man. Ah...' I stumble. Don't bug Craig,' Ronny is like. 'He's in the Craig zone. He's Craig-ing out.

How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.

I didn't like hovering above myself and looking back, or going through a door and thinking, How many times did I just go through that door? How do I get back? You know, that's not for me.

I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

Static in my head, the reflected sound of everything, tried to go to where it led, but it didn't lead to anything.

Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.

I held his gaze. I could see the storm in his eyes. I knew he was confused. I could see the fear. Then there was the love. I saw it. The fierceness in his eyes. I believed it. I could see it clearly. But it was too late now. The love wasn't enough. Everyone always said that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul was shattered.