Tennessee Williams Quotes

Our passion and principals are constantly in a frenzy, but begin to shift and waver, as we return to reason.

I definitely have no stability in my world; I feel the need to be up and merry all the time.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

Instability of temper ought to be checked when it disposes men to wander from one scheme to another: since such a fickleness cannot but be attended with fatal consequences.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

I'm emotionally unpredictable and all over the place.

Be prepared for mood swings.

My moods are like a roller coaster. It's hard for me to just feel one way all the time.

I can be very moody.

The human heart is the first home of democracy.

The human heart was undeniably the stupidest organ in the body.

Mystical state, madness, how it frightens people. How utterly crazy they become, remote, rude, peculiar, cruel, taunting, farouche as wild beasts who have smelled danger, the unthinkable.

She's half mad and three parts drunk.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

Two scoops of crazy with a side of coo coo ca choo

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

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage.

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.