Emily Barr Quotes

I think you're talking shit. You think we don't all feel like that? Like we're crazy, like we're not a real person, like we don't exist? Everyone feels that way sometimes. I can remember talking to yo...

Don't panic, because everything is probably all right, and it it's not, panicking will make it worse.

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Have you seen this cat?

My face: I should have had a single tear frozen to my cheek,

Want to scream, and sometimes I do. On occasion, I scream as loudly as I can,

I want to see how I can exist by myself. I want to be allowed to live inside my memory.

It is lonely, being an evil alien in disguise.

I would rather be single. I cannot possibly say that.

I am married to a man who calls a phone charger ‘the pluggy-in thing’, and the remote control ‘the buttony thing for the telly’.

I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not.

There is nothing in the universe but this. I smile. I do not talk to people. I just breathe and stare and exist.

And he has never been anything worse to me than incredibly, cringingly annoying. I married the wrong man, with an inkling at the time that that was what I was doing, and so it is my fault and I am stu...

Last time we went to the Ferryboat, I looked around at the families of upmarket beachgoers, at their healthy children expertly peeling prawns and drinking organic lemonade, and I tried to tell myself...

I want to look after her. I cannot begin to look after her: she looks after me and that's how we work.

I was just a tiny part of a huge universe, and nothing really mattered. Every single thing was temporary, and one day all of us would be gone without trace. It was an intensely soothing thought.

Il tempo è una cosa casuale. È la cosa che ci rende vecchi. Gli uomini lo usano per organizzare il mondo. Hanno inventato un sistema per cercare di dare ordine al caso. Gli altri esseri umani, tutti t...

I have never really been able to separate a good instinct from a self-destructive urge),

You would have been happy with a wife who adored you, not someone who clung on to you like a life raft on a stormy sea and then wished she could cast you aside and move on when she reached land.

This, once almost an endearing habit, is now an affectation that drives me to the brink of homicide.

Although I don't know much about anything, I know that I have a story. I know that it is not over. There are shades and shadows of adventures and people and wild new places. Whatever Paris might turn...