Abbi Glines Quotes

Basically I see that song as a bunch of images which I threw together to represent the fact that I was seeing one girl and then I started seeing another, and it was just the guilt in between those two periods. The ballads I've written since have been about things that really hurt me.

A relationship can give you a gut wrenching feeling sometimes. It's a real emotional ride.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I was living in Bangkok and I had a girlfriend during this time, she was traveling and I was jealous. Y'know, I thought she might meet someone, might do something, and I was just worried, and I went and I wrote 'Nevermind.'

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else.

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.

I can't live without you or with you.

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

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

I can't deal with someone wanting to take a relationship backward or needing space or cheating on you.

I have a very high frequency of anger, and a very high frequency of sadness.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.