James Frey Quotes

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

As humans, we've all experienced some level of pain. Acting is just a matter of accessing and magnifying these emotions.

I do know there is a lot of pain sometimes but you need to deal with it and communicate what you're feeling.

Though my heart is filled with feelings I want to convey You see, I can't express them in words If I had not met you I wouldn't even have such an embarrassing pain

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

When you lock everything down tight so that the pain can't get out, you also keep good stuff from getting in.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

I suffer so much in this life. That is what they [the audience] are feeling when I sing, that is why they cry. People who felt nothing in this life cannot sing.

There is an aching that is worse than any pain.

I listen to blues music a lot and that's a good person feeling bad and celebrating that pain by releasing it in that kind of joyous fashion.

A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and vital than a man of genius who interests us.

...lonely, very lonely to have a past no one else can share.

She was trying to say something else; she was trying to say that the inability to articulate what one feels in any satisfactory way is one of our enduring tragedies. It wouldn't have been much, and it wouldn't have been useful, but it would have been something that reflected the gravity and the sadness inside her. Instead, she had snapped at him for being a loser. It was as if she were trying to find a handhold on the boulder of her feelings, and had merely ended up with grit under her nails.

I—I adore you, too. Well, I don't know if I adore you. That's not really the word I'd use. But I—I—" I managed to wrench it out. God, this was hard! "I love you." "Of course you do," he said, totally unsurprised. "WHAT? I finally tell you my deepest, most personal feelings and you're all, 'Yeah, I already got that memo'? This, this is why you drive me nuts! This is why it's so hard to tell you things! I take it back.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

I do my best to allow myself to really feel it [emotional pain]. Cry. Get all in it. Really experience my experience so that I may move through it. And talk about it. I try not to let anything get brushed over and swept under the rug.

When I am confronted with emotional pain, I try to allow myself the time to properly grieve. We are caring, emotional beings, and attempting to suppress pain will only cause it to negatively manifest itself in other ways.

I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

The only thing worse than being hurt is everyone knowing that you're hurt.

My tears speak for me.