George R. R. Martin Quotes

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

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.

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

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

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

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 want, I don’t want. How can one live with such a heart?

An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

I know the anger lies inside of me like I know the beat of my heart and the taste of my spit. It is easier to be furious than to be yearning. Easier to crucify myself in you than to take on the threatening universe of whiteness by admitting that we are worth wanting each other.

Mixed feelings, like mixed drinks, are a confusion to the soul.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

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

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.

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

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

Must it ever be thus-that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harrasses me.

My mind is cautious but my heart is in a hurry.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

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

Emotions kick up. You try not to kick things up, but you go through things you can't help.