P. C. Cast Quotes

This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.

I personally have a background of many days on end of confusion, understimulation, overstimulation, and uncomfortableness with the world around me.

Of course there are moments for everyone, and certainly for me, where you do feel misunderstood. You feel like you can't really connect. You do feel like you're alone in something.

Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly together) in idiot games, until it seemed as if the universe were battling and tumbling, in brute confusion and wanton lust aimlessly by itself.

I feel terribly misunderstood; I feel terribly misunderstood.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind.

Especially moments when things are very difficult and complicated for me and I am still trying to grasp what is happening and I am still trying to understand and to reach family back home.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.

I hated London; I was so lonely.

Sometimes I'm not into being a human.

I never ran away, but I was very unhappy as a teenager. I felt like a complete nonentity, and I very tangibly have memories of not wanting to be here - in my body.

Living with Steve was like standing in a cyclone. Then we lost him. It was like the wind stopped.

All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.

O heart, such disorganization!

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.

Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.

They sicken of the calm who know the storm.

My life is in shambles. It is crazy. It couldn't get any crazier. I'm just trying to stay sane.

My boyfriend dumped me. My best friend won't talk to me. My future is in a garbage can. Everything has turned to crap. Can you please just let me be a sullen teenager. just this once

I have no balance. My life is a hot mess.

I'm not alone, but I am lonely without you.