Fulke Greville Quotes

I've written several deeply personal songs this year, which I really love. Some of them came out of intense sadness. This has been an extremely difficult year for me.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

What cannot be said, will get wept.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

Had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

Anger is the noise of the soul; the unseen irritant of the heart; the relentless invader of silence.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

And from my place, and from the time that I went through my divorce, I also had my father pass away in the middle of all that. And it kind of made everything else just kind of like the back burner, you know.

It takes a level of creative depression to hear 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' and weep.

I was an angst-y journal writing kid.

There was a three-year chunk as a teen where I should have been tranquilized and put in a cage.

I'd read things, like people criticizing me. But no one likes to read stuff about that, and probably the main thing that was getting to me was me mum's illness.

I cry every chance I get.

When I need to cry, I think of very sad things, mostly about animals.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

There's some things I can't write about, just terrible personal tragedies.

I can cry all day long - that's easy for me.

I have no words for my reality.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

It's good to actually cry. Trust me, I've had a lot of practice over the years!

I cry all the time. Music makes me cry.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.