I Quotes
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“I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices under water. They are distorted. Hearing the words as they hit the surface is sensitive work. You will have to be a bank robber and listen and listen to the little clicks before you can open the safe.”
Source: Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
“i don't know how to ask for help, i just disappear and come back when i'm good.”
“I don’t know how to ask this,” Everett began. “You and Mr. Bradley…you’re not…” He gestured helplessly with his left hand. “I mean, there’s not, uh, something…is there?”
After a bewildered moment Ellen’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! Not—not at all.”
Everett’s breath hitched. “I thought—I thought perhaps there was. That’s why I hesitated…but if there isn’t…then I got the right color.” He studied his crimson bouquet, spinning it
slowly in a mesmerizing circle. Ellen gulped.
Everett looked up, walked forward, and glanced down at his roses, then held them out to her and recaptured her gaze. “I remember you said you liked roses. I think you said white roses,
but they don’t have the right meaning.” He smiled sheepishly.
Ellen’s eyes dropped. She reached out a shaky hand and clasped the firm, cool, de-thorned stems.
“You…do understand me then?” he asked.
“Perfectly.” Ellen burst into tears.”
Source: Suit and Suitability
“I don't know how to balance my mental health needs with my obsessive need to please.”
Source: Adelaide
“I don’t know how to be any version of me, much less a new and improved me.”
Source: Tied Within
“I don't know how to be anyone but who I already am. This is how I've always been. It's not much, but I do the best I can with what I have.”
Source: The House in the Cerulean Sea
“I don't know how to be anything but pretend," I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. "But if I could be real, I'd be real for you.”
Source: Quicksilver
“I don't know how to be what you need right now without being someone I don't want to be.”
Source: Devoured by Diversity: A Satire
“I don't know how to change and I'm not sure I want to.”
Source: In the Arms of Stone Angels
“I don't know how to choose my purpose - that sounds to big and... significant. But I know who I am, and I've chosen the things that are important to me. I think the best decisions I make about what to do in my life come when I'm being true to both of those things”
Source: Waging War
“I don’t know how to convince you that you’re not alone anymore because you’re addicted to your loneliness.”
Source: Hey Humanity
“I don't know how to deal with this!”
“I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.”
Source: My Heart and Other Black Holes
“I don't know how to describe the sound of a world crashing. Maybe there is no sound, just a great emptiness, an enveloping sorrow, a creeping nothingness that coils itself around you like a stiff wire.”
Source: Fire Shut Up in My Bones: A Memoir
“I don’t know how to end a war I was born into;
how to end a conflict and a fight that I don’t understand even the people say I am on their side;
What is the wrong one and how can I end this?”
“I don’t know how to exist without him,” I admit truthfully. “He has always been a part of me, and trying to survive without him is slowly chipping away at my soul, yet the hurt still exists, refusing to go away. It devastated me, Liv, and it turns my stomach every time I think of it, yet the images won’t go away. They are as sharp in my mind as if I was an actual fly on the wall. If there was a defining moment, that was definitely it.”
Source: Loving Kalvin
“I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me. I'm always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling. I'm falling through a trapdoor, through infinite space … in a directionless, empty fall. My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool. And I, myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one.”
Source: The Book of Disquiet
“I don't know how to fix my marriage. All I know is that I need ot tear down my own walls and face what's underneath. I cannot save my marriage but I can save myself. I can do that for me and for my children and for every relationship Ihave now and for everyone that comes in the future. I can do that so when I make the most important deision of my life, whether to stay with Craig or to leave him, I'll know that it's my strongest, healthiest self doing the deciding.”
“I don't know how to hang on to someone who doesn't exist in the same world as me.”
Source: Summer Bird Blue
“I don't know how to hate; It requires the same force as love for me. APATHY is the answer I find.”
“I don't know how to hate you anymore. Even though I want to and I know I should but I just can't." - Juliette”
Source: Unravel Me
“I don't know how to heal the world, but I know that love is how we start.”
“I don't know how to keep a woman but I do know how to love her.”
“I don't know how to keep a woman but I know how to love her.”
“I don’t know how to like things. I only know how to obsess until I absolutely ruin them or they ruin me. There is no middle ground.”
Source: Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
“I don't know how to live happy, but i can teach how to live happy.”
“I don't know how to love too many different guys. My heart's not made for that.”
“i don't know how to love within reason… i'm heart and guts and ache and mess and passion and soul… and all i can do is just feel it all.”
“I don't know how to play these guitar
strings
But I know how to play these heart stings,
Play until my fingers bleed
Doctors tell me the incision should only
sting
But even with only a memory
I feel compelled to scream”
Source: 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat
“I don't know how to say goodbye.”
“I don't know how to say i love you in a way i can write....
So let me speak...
I do not know when admiration turned into devotion, or when devotion became something that lives in my bloodstream, but here I am.
Loving you feels like standing at the edge of something endless and deciding to jump without fear. It feels like laughter that refuses to stop, like breath that comes faster for no reason except your name passing through my mind.
You have no idea what you have done to me”
Source: The Ineffable Taste Of You
“i don't know how to smile.
but if you insist me to do it,
the much i will do is
i will place a sharp knife
between my lips and
cut a broad grin.”
Source: The Dark Light: Amethyst Heart in the City
“I don't know how to speak anymore. And with whom?
I never found a soulmate. No one was a dream. They left me with open dreams, with my central wound wide open, with my heart torn. I mourn myself; this is my right. And yet I look down on those who take no interest in me. My only desire has been.
I will not say it. Even I, or especially I, betray myself. Like a nursing boy, my soul has been soothed. I don't know how to speak anymore. I can't speak anymore. I have taken apart, what they never gave me, which was all I had. And it is death again. It closes in on me, it is my only horizon. No one resembles my dream. I have felt love and they mistreated it, yes, me, I who never loved. The deepest love will disappear forever. What can we love that isn't a shadow? The sacred dreams of childhood have already died, and with them, those of nature, which loved me.”
Source: Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
“I don't know how to stop loving. I love when I am hurt. I love when they are hurt. Is this normal?”
“I don't know how to survive the hours until I can sleep.”
Source: Under the Harrow
“I don’t know how to swim,” I said as we walked onto the back deck where the pool awaited.
“I’ll teach you,” Bailey said, smiling over her shoulder. “First, I need to clean out some of the gunk from the storm.”
After scooping up dead leaves and bugs until the pool looked pristine, Bailey jumped into the pool. “There’s a secret to swimming,” she said, giving me a wink.
Tossing off my shirt, I didn’t think about how much I hated to go shirtless outside of the cage. I just walked into the water and returned her bright smile. “What’s the secret?”
“Friction.”
Before I could ask, Bailey slid her wet body against mine. “Lots of friction,” she murmured, grinning wildly.
The moment my hands went to her ass, her legs wrapped around my waist. “I feel like I might drown. More friction might be necessary.”
When I nibbled at her shoulder, she went soft in my arms. Getting cocky, I tugged at the strap of her bikini with my teeth.
“Shit,” she muttered and I knew we had company. Glancing back, I found Kirk watching us while Sawyer gnawed at an ice cream.
“Screwing my daughter in the pool,” he said, exhaling cigarette smoke. “I like a man with balls.”
Bailey frowned. “We’re not screwing.”
To ensure the moment was truly awkward, Bailey slid her hands up and down my chest. Nothing made a guy piss his pants like having his nutty girlfriend feel him up in front of her scary dad.
“We’re going out to Longhorn’s for dinner tomorrow night. Brass Balls can come with us.”
“Thanks, Pop,” Bailey said, grinning like her hands weren’t on my ass.
“We’re grilling and your brothers are here.”
Sawyer grinned at me then Bailey. “A man should die with a full stomach.”
Snorting at his kid’s comment, Kirk took her hand then walked away.
Bailey watched them leave then looked at me. “I was going to fuck you in the pool,” she whispered.
“You’re going to get me killed.”
Source: Damaged and the Dragon
“I don't know how to talk along the surface of things, but I also don't want to unearth the ugly stuff, over and over again, for people who are just passing through my life. It's depleting. Like every time I dole out a kernel of my history to someone who's not going to be a fixture in my life, a piece of me gets carried away, somewhere I can never get it back. You can't untell someone your secrets. You can't unsay those delicate truths once you learn you can't trust the person you handed them to.”
“I don’t know how to talk because I’m feeling.
I’m listening to my voice as if it were someone else’s,
And my voice is speaking about her as if she were speaking.
She has hair as blond as yellow wheat in the sun,
And when she speaks her mouth says things that aren’t words.
She laughs, and her teeth are as clean as stones in a river.”
Source: O Pastor Amoroso
“I don’t know how to talk to you, Mrs. Huntingdon . . . you are only half a woman--your nature must be half human, half angelic. Such goodness overawes me; I don’t know what to make of it.”
Source: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
“I don’t know how to tell them something like this and still come out of it feeling like Simon. Because if Leah and Nick don’t recognize me, I don’t even recognize myself anymore.”
Source: Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda
“I don't know how to wake up.
Open your eyes.
No shit.”
Source: House of Sky and Breath
“I don't know how to walk away from love.
Even the kind that hurts. Even the kind that barely sees me. If someone loves me, even a little, I will turn it into a reason to stay. I will hold on too tightly.
I will soften every wound. I will rewrite every red flag as a test of my patience. Because I've always believed that love was the prize. That being loved, even poorly, was still something sacred. So I settle. Not because I don't know better, but because I still think love will save me. And maybe that's the saddest part. Not the settling, but the fact that I keep calling it home.”
Source: I carried me here
“I don't know how to write poetry, because I am the poetry.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“I don’t know how we explain our existence without explaining something bigger than us. And if we can explain something bigger than us, it must not be bigger than us. Hence, we are left with God.”
“I don’t know how you
carry
an ancient knowing
or why you smell like dense stars
and church.
Everything is human nature
yet you are supernovas
piercing night’s heart
with your wounds of light.
I don’t know when you
learned
to dance with God
or why you paused to witness me.
Everything is eventual pain
yet you are time suspended
and blessings
constellating.
I don’t know why it had to be so
or why it couldn’t be anything else.
Every thing is an unbearable burden
yet here you are
—my universe’s
Amen.”
“I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.”
“Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.”
Source: Succubus Heat
“I don't know how you drink this straight. You're badass."
"That's why I am your boss-”
Source: Nightshade
“I don't know how you hear music. I imagine that if you like music at all then it has, in your head, some kind of third dimension to it, a dimension suggesting space as well as surface, depth of field as well as texture.
Speaking for myself, I used to hear "buildings"... three-dimensional forms of architectural substance and tension. I did not "see" these buildings in the classic synaesthetic way so much as sense them. These forms had "floors", "walls", "roofs", "windows", "cellars". They expressed volume. Music to me has always been a handsome three-dimensional container, a vessel, as real in its way as a Scout hut or a cathedral or a ship, with an inside and an outside and subdivided internal spaces.
I'm absolutely certain that this "architecture" had everything to do with why music has always exerted such a hold over me. I think music was the structure in which I learned to contain and then examine emotion.”
“I don't know how you'll be getting your money into my bank account, but don't make me do too much work for it.”
“I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.”
Source: How It Ends