James May Quotes

I'm really schizophrenic about that, because on the one hand I would say, yes there is, there's something inherently, even violent about it, it's wild and raw and all this.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

two souls, alas, are housed within my breast, and each will wrestle for the mastery there.

There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.

Half of my heart's got a real good imagination, half of my heart's got you. . .Half of my hearts got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart won't do.

I wanna run, i wanna stay. hold every piece, so it won't break.

He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.

My hands are guilty, but my heart is free.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can't give up love. Maybe it's the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.

Damned indecision and cursed pride.

Contradiction is the heart and soul of character and drama. You're always looking for it. I loved her so much I hit her; that's character. I loved her so much I hit her again; that's even more character.

But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch. It was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, the man I loved. Dimitri, the Strigoi I wanted to save. Dimitri, the monster I'd most likely have to kill. The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd move on. He was always with me, always on my mind, always making me question myself.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

Our most important thoughts are those that contradict our emotions.

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

Words were her plague and words were her redemption.

He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

That which lives on reason lives against the spirit.

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?