Abbi Glines Quotes

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind.

That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl.

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

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

Impatience turns an ague into a fever, a fever to the plague, fear into despair, anger into rage, loss into madness, and sorrow to amazement.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

I left her there crying as I walked toward the gate. A piece of my soul had died when Dimitri had fallen. Turning my back on her now, I felt another piece die as well. Soon there wouldn't be anything left inside me.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and sex - this grief that is almost genital.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

One of the things that happens to people in grief is they secretly think they're crazy, because they realize they are thinking things that don't make sense.

My thinking was scrambled when Sullivan and I separated. Something happened to me that had never happend before. I couldn't cope. It was heartbreak time. I thought it was the end of the world.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

What's more awful, to me, than blood and guts is the thought of losing those who you love.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

I have no words for my reality.

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

The times in my life when I've been my thinnest, I've been a walking psycho wreck. Forget the fact that I was basically starving myself; skinny was usually due to some kind of loss. Death. Rejection. Divorce.

Cafe De Flore speaks of love, its joys, its pains and its dramas - to love and to lose. This story upset me, I was upside-down, in the depths of myself.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.