Amanda Burton Quotes

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

A frightening menagerie, my emotions are Too many and varied to number Like creatures they crawl and they fly above Tearing my body asunder.

Love cannot exist in peace, it will always come accompanied by agonies, ecstasies, intense joys and profound sadnesses.

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.

Making 'Sound of Silver' was very emotional at times, where I just hated making that record.

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

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

My mind moves very fast. I go through a lot of moods and emotions.

It takes a level of creative depression to hear 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' and weep.

I think good art does come from a dark place.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

Sadness was something I was thinking about in my life outside of writing, so it wormed itself into whatever I wrote.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

I think one of the scariest things about depression is that it exists along with the happiness and the joy, and it kind of plays with it and sucks the color from it.

It can be frightening. I think, 'I don't want to go.' But I give myself room to grieve.

I'll be fine, and suddenly I'll feel the depression coming on. It can start with the smallest thing.

You don't have to have angst to be an artist, but it's grist to the mill. If you want to explore the whole emotional spectrum in your work, it helps to have experienced intense emotions.

I have a very high frequency of anger, and a very high frequency of sadness.

If someone asks me to play myself, I've got problems. There's more pain involved.

The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

Manic depression's touching my soul. I know what I want, but I just don't know how to go about getting it.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.