Kaui Hart Hemmings Quotes

It's hard to distinguish when I was actually struggling from when I only felt like I was struggling - which was pretty much always.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.

I don't know which is stronger: the thrill of winning or the fear of failure. I don't know which one affects me most. I don't know where the middle is.

All of my close friends are emotional train wrecks. This is what makes our lives interesting - constantly doubting ourselves, worrying, wondering if we've made a mistake. Could we have done better? Are we good people? Are we bad people?

I feel confidence in myself, but at the same time there's these cracks in the facade and those little things underneath that are unstable.

I think that battle that you have almost never goes away. You're always questioning and hoping that stuff goes a certain way, that you get a certain reaction.

This is the hardest part for me. Just the waiting - the waiting to fight. The work has all been done, and you just have to wait.

As usual, my mind is spinning in circles...is it me? Am I making mountains out of molehills? Being too analytical? Worrying about nothing? Being emotional?

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.

Part of me was saying if you say that she's alive, what would everybody think? What are you going to tell everybody who followed you, who you've inspired? What are you going to say? I was scared. That's the truth. I was just scared, and I didn't know what to do.

Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.

I'm dreading the time that is not near As a man on a cross I have no fear I can't believe these words I'm saying You've got to feel your lines

So it has come, the day of testing. Without warning, without fanfare, it is here, and he is in the middle of it. In his chest his heart hammers so hard that it too, in its dumb way, must know. How will they stand up to the testing, he and his heart?

If this was my instinct talking, I didn‟t want to hear what it was saying.

I constantly have to negotiate with my doubts.

I can face anything, except the future, and certain parts of the past and present.

But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

...You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump.

ONE OF THE UNSETTLING THINGS about my journey, mentally, physically, and emotionally, was that I wasn’t sure when or where it was going to end.

Hope and fear are inseparable.

She's in that state of mind that she wants to deny SOMETHING only she doesn't know what to deny!

Anticipation is making me late, it's keeping me waiting.