FKA twigs Quotes

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

As a boy and even now, I am wont to melancholy. I do, probably once a day, experience a sincere heartbreak.

I'm here to be lovesick, broke and drifting, writing heartache songs and singing about pain and misery and depression, with a few good times here and there.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.

Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter... I am so unlucky.

I wish I knew why I am so anguished.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

I had sadness for breakfast.

I know what it's like to have my heart broken. It is not adorable.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Some pass their days as though suffering a deep sadness they cannot name. Others are unhappy because life didn't turn out the way they thought it would.

It was the saddest day of my life.

I was a very sad little girl.

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

A lot of my songs are about loneliness and losing relationships. Even the ones that are happy, there's a lonely undertone to them.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked.

Unhappiness was my god.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.