Emeli Sande Quotes

I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.

Not everyone can wait: neither the sated nor the satisfied nor those without respect can wait. The only ones who can wait are people who carry restlessness around with them.

Well, I did know - but I just wanted the day to pass and the next day to come and then I wanted that one to pass. It was a horrible cycle. I felt so close to having to pack the game in.

You know, sometimes I feel well and vital in the world, and sometimes I just feel so distressed I want to pull my hair out by the roots.

I am very impatient.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

I can't do anything in a minute.

I know I'm going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

People are nice enough, but you can hear the giant tick of the second hand. People are so harried.

When someone is impatient and says, 'I haven't got all day,' I always wonder, How can that be? How can you not have all day?

The stress that some of us feel - it's a lack of faith, it really is.

What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I'm hopeless - all I know is that time is going past so fast.

I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

You have to be patient. I'm not!

Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?

Even speed, when we are anxious, seems like delay.

If you have to be at work at 8, it's always like, 7:54. Just enough time to do nothing. To just lay there and go, "I can't do anything! I can't even have an English muffin!

As lives go, I'll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.

I have angst in my life, but I'm like anybody. We all have angst in our lives that we pick up and fidget with and then we put down and look at some other things that make us feel good or enjoy our lives.