Jamie Campbell Bower Quotes

I just get grumpy with bad behaviour.

I'm getting grumpier all the time.

I'm cranky.

Am I grumpy? I might be. But I think maybe sometimes it's misinterpreted.

You can't be angsty all day or else it becomes a sort of pale angst.

I'm a perfect example of the grumpy, old man. I'm really good at it.

A grouch escapes so many little annoyances that it almost pays to be one.

People like to complain.

Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris

And yet, I wake up every day to a sensation of pervading disgust and annoyance. I probably ought to carry around some kind of thermometer or other instrument, to keep checking that I am not falling prey to premature curmudgeonhood.

I am not always happy. I am happy in front of the press. I can be extremely grumpy, ask my husband.

What do people mean when they talk about unhappiness? It is not so much unhappiness as impatience that from time to time possesses men, and then they choose to call themselves miserable.

I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

And which I take notice of here, to put those discontented people in mind of it, who cannot enjoy comfortably what God has given them, because they see and covet something that he has not given them. All our discontents about what we want appeared to me to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.

I just don't want to be around people who don't hate everything in their life right now.

I think everyone is throwing happy stuff at you, and that's when you come over all humbug. It's happy stuff in your face, happy stuff is being sold to you.

To the casual observer it looks like I have moved on since I go around wearing my little happy mask all day. I smile and laugh and carry on like my heart's still in one piece, but beneath it all, I am dying.

People always want to protect what's really going on inside. They want to kind of make visible something that looks more pleasant than what may be happening inside of themselves.

People ask without wanting to know.

What really bothers me, what gets me mad, is when people don't know the story, but then pretend like they know the story. That's what bothers me. That's what makes me mad.

What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

I just can't smile at people for money.

It sure is boring to be around people who are in character all the time. I always find it's closer to mental illness than acting excellence.

Sometimes you do have a good time. But when it gets to the point where you're sitting in your home and you're just trying to cover what you don't want people to know. It's painful. And then you want more just so that you don't let anybody see you cry. Or anybody to see we're not happy.

No man can smile in the face of adversity and mean it.