Kami Garcia Quotes

Sometimes, I feel like I can do anything, and, sometimes, I'm so alive, sometimes, I feel like I could zoom across the sky and, sometimes, I wanna cry.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

I was always either so unreasonably and pointlessly happy that no one place could seem to contain me, or so melancholy, so sick and silly with sadness that there was no place I could stomach the thought of entering. I hated it here. And I have never been as happy as when I was here. And these two things together confront me with the beak and claws of the True.

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.

I found myself in a sea in which the waves of joy and sorrow were clashing against each other.

I'm standing here, holding a half a lemon in my hand. I'm speechless, I'm excited . . . I'm a wreck. Caleb wants to be where I am.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

I like devilish, thorny, dirty, mean roles, muck and mire, unbelievably sad, unbelievably happy, burdened. Inner conflict - that's where drama is.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

I have back-and-forth feelings about everything a lot - it's not limited to my albums.

It's a weird dynamic - I guess there is a fine line between hope and sadness. Sometimes you can be feeling both at the same time.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.

She started off, walking fast, as if the speed of her steps could give form to the things she felt.

What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

Modern science knows much about such conflicts. We call the mental state that engenders it "ambivalence": a collision between thought and feeling.