Gayle Forman Quotes

My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

It's the age-old battle between mind and heart, which seldom want the same thing.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

Heart and head are contrary historians.

Standing alone,eager to just believe,it's good enough to be what you really are,but in your heart,uncertainty forever lies,and you'll always be,somewhere on the outside.

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

My brain said no. But my heart!

It's hard to believe that you're really here, so I just pretend that you're not here.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

It's very hard to look in the mirror. We all know this. It's much easier to have illusions about yourself. And in particular, when you think, well, I'm going to believe what I like, but I'll say what the powerful want, you do that over time, and you believe what you say.

It's a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.

How is it possible to hold such anger against something you don't believe in?

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one's passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question.