Emma Forrest Quotes

I met a bipolar bear. He laughed, cried, then wanted a threesome.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

There's a fascinating school of thought that some women are relationship addicts. You get really strung out on a guy who's not returning your enthusiasm and tell yourself you're going to fix him and make him better, and of course it's impossible.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

I'm emotionally unpredictable and all over the place.

I had a great many sex and love cases where people were absolutely devastated when somebody with whom they were compulsively in love didn't love them back. They were killing themselves with anxiety and depression.

For a long time, I had a crazy girl dating habit.

In middle school, I was boy crazy and it was the worst! I would always lose, too. I was more into the competition than the boy by the end of it! I just wanted to win!

Some men do think I'm a psycho bunny-boiler.

Bunny boiler is now part of our language, and I'm proud of that.

Jealously is always born with love but it does not die with it.

Most people have had that feeling of like, being obsessed with someone, and losing self control a bit, and that hopefully humanises addiction a bit.

I've been outta my mind a long time.

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

There are certain parts of a classic nerd's brain that can destroy that person - obsessing about things to the detriment of everything else in your life. But those are the same tools that you can use to turn everything around.

Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story.

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.

In all her twisted perfection she had made me fall helplessly in love with her. A life without her in it seemed pointless.

Neurotics always feel as though they were going way up or way down, which is odd in people going sideways.

I’ve been thinking I’d like to be Daisy; I’d like to have someone like Gatsby stare at my house for whole years and never stop dreaming of me

I think of 'crazy' as what happens when we love the other person more than we love ourselves.

I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild exultation, with guilt, with conflict; I wrote poems to and about them, I put them into novels (disguised of course); I brooded upon why they were as they were, so often maddening don't you know? I wrote them ridiculous letters. I lived with their faces. I knew their every gesture by heart. I stalked them like wild animals. I studied them as if they were maps of the world -- and in a way I suppose they were.

I start to wonder if I’m being creepy. I mean, I am creeping. Does creep-ing automatically make one creep-y? Or are there dispensations for…romance? I bet all stalkers believe they’re being romantic. I did it for love, officer.

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy.