George Carman Quotes

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

I've always been drawn to tormented people full of contradictions.

It's not like you make a decision and everything inside you is 100 percent happy.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once and cannot add up the sum.

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

Whenever I was on the podium, it felt weird. I was obviously happy to have done well, but it wasn't truly happy from the bottom of my heart.

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

I am always fascinated by the mental struggles that people and characters have.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

I'm optimistic yet disillusioned, hopeful yet frustrated.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness

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

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

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.

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

For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and satisfied, drove on into the night.

A man whose mind feels that it is captive would prefer to blind himself to the fact. But if he hates falsehood, he will not do so; and in that case he will have to suffer a lot. He will beat his head against the wall until he faints. He will come to again

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

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

I'm filled with a new joy mixed with old grief.

She wished she could understand her reaction to him. Why, her heart was pacing a wild beat again. Madelyne dared a quick look up and found Duncan was watching her intently. He looked so handsome. She wanted him to be ugly.