For in the voyage of the heart, there is a freight of hatred, and the wind of wrath blows shrill.
Emotions kick up. You try not to kick things up, but you go through things you can't help.
We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!
But never have I been a blue calm sea I have always been a storm.
When you're a teenager, a year can be crippling to maneuver through. Some things happen when you're like 13. All of a sudden you go from being this really confident, no-worry little kid to having all these weird insecurities for no reason.
The churning of a human mind is unpredictable, as is the anatomy of the human heart.
When Alani started to speak, Jackson held up a finger. In the past five minutes, he'd had more mood swings than a menopausal woman. First turned-on, then territorial, bored, aggressive and now on alert.
If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.
An emotion is only an emotion. It's just a small part of your whole being. You are much more than your emotion. An emotion comes, stays for a while, and goes away, just like a storm. If you're aware of that, you won't be afraid of your emotions.
Got those moods a swinging, tears a slinging, nothing fits me, when it hits me, ranting, raving, misbehaving, PMS blues.
A little criticism makes me angry, and a little rejection makes me depressed. A little praise raises my spirits, and a little success excites me. It takes very little to raise me up or thrust me down. Often I am like a small boat on the ocean, completely at the mercy of its waves. All the time and energy I spend in keeping some kind of balance and preventing myself from being tipped over and drowning shows my life is mostly a struggle for survival: not a holy struggle, but an anxious struggle resulting from the mistaken idea that it is the world that defines me.
Either in conflict with others or in harmony with them, we go through life like a runaway horse, unable to stop.
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly ofthe storm of thought that is forever flowing through one's head.
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.
A mind that is characterized by unrest will not be tranquil even in the presence of great calm.
Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun's melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.
when however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is always going to be trouble.
Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.
the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.
The outer storm ceases the moment the inner storm ends, for they are the same storm.
Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.
I had a lot of insecure moments in high school. It wasn't all peachy keen. But, I don't necessarily think that I hated high school and wanted to crawl into a hole either.
I'm a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that's often destructive both to myself and others.
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.
Adolescence is a kind of emotional seasickness. Both are funny, but only in retrospect.
