Emma Forrest Professions : Journalist Born : December 26, 1976 Browse All Authors Top 72 quotes by Emma Forrest From such a young age, I was raised and have raised myself on film to such an extent, that it has sometimes bled into my reality. There are times I've felt very Mulholland Drive, where people's dream worlds overlap with each other. Emma Forrest age dream reality Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar. Emma Forrest fighting white night There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life. Emma Forrest perfectly-good good-life guilt I like the cuts - they comfort me - I can't lie. Emma Forrest cutting comfort lying I think that's the function of a lot of psychiatrists and therapists, is keeping people afloat just long enough for them to get older. Emma Forrest long people thinking At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it. Emma Forrest self-injury blood people It's like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn't there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos. This isn't the person we knew. I don't recognize this person. He's shed his skin." Her heart is broken too. She has to say the thing that will give me back my life. She draws on every reserve. I see how much it hurts her and it hurts me too. I came from her joy and her pain, I lived in it and I live in it now. Emma Forrest pain hurt heart Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you will have the courage to raise your voice to the heavens, knowing that you may never get an answer. Emma Forrest dancer voice knowing Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you do. No one has ever heard music. Not the way you hear it. The songs are beautiful vampires, asleep in your iPod, coming alive at night, aglow. You can have them on your hours, yours to conduct. Music shapes us and we shape it. Emma Forrest song beautiful night It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits. Emma Forrest falling-in-love heart thinking Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” No. “No?” No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end. Emma Forrest mines ends Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry, and that causes them to go, in a minute, 180 degrees the other way. Emma Forrest dream brain men You’re like Marilyn Monroe,’ Ken tells me, which I take as a compliment and say a nervous “Thank You”. Interrupting, he adds, ‘You’re all velvet and Velcro. Men want you because you’re sexy and broken and when it gets too rough they can say “Hey! This toy is broken!” and toss you aside without feeling bad. Emma Forrest sexy broken men I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of this terrible, tiresome love that they want to last forever. But that just makes me think of long-life milk, acrid and fake. Love should be like a movie trailer. Even if the film's a stinker, you get the best laughs and the biggest explosions in the space of two minutes. Emma Forrest song beautiful thinking This boy has negative charisma. He walks into a room and the oxygen starts to evaporate. I guess that's why girls sleep with him. They find his awfulness transfixing. He's like a lousy 1970's disaster movie that they can't bring themselves to turn off, even though it is making their life worse every minute they leave it on. Emma Forrest girl sleep boys My radar, after all these years of sanity, is still off when it comes to what people do or don't mean. Emma Forrest mean people years It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in. Emma Forrest force-fields real believe I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space. Emma Forrest space share want What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go. Emma Forrest sadness voice suicide No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around. Emma Forrest looks Similar Authors Irving Bacheller journalist Bill Keller journalist Bob Woodward journalist Bolesław Prus journalist Buzz Bissinger journalist Burton Rascoe journalist All Authors