Michael Franti Quotes

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

I think I have a pattern of nice and lovely and then dark and twisted.

It looks like I'm just gonna keep getting really, really happy and sad and embarrassed and excited and disappointed for the rest of my life, so let's just do that.

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.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

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 have so many moments. I am extremely passionate about life and at the same time, I'm always depressed, so everything's always happening at the same time for me. It's the best day and the worst day too.

One day I can be ecstatically up, and the next, I can feel this real blankness, a deadness almost, which is scary.

I feel confidence in myself, but at the same time there's these cracks in the facade and those little things underneath that are unstable.

People tend to think I'm funny and fluffy, but I can switch on a sixpence from extreme happiness to utter despair. I'm aware that doesn't make it easy for people sometimes.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.

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

(Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

I certainly have a very colorful nature, filled with great highs and great lows... in my early adulthood I probably was grappling with some serious depression issues.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.