Emotional Extremes Quotes

You like me, or you hate me. There's really no in between.

I'm really quite bipolar, and the depressed times, when everything felt like night, sometimes you get to such a low point that you physically beat at it until it bleeds - as you would say - bleeds till sunshine.

The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.

I think it's pathetic that women and men treat each other worse than we treat our pets. It's love or hate.

The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

You're nothing to me until you're everything.

I think, as an artist I done conquered every way that you can go, as far as with creativeness, and directions and love, and you pissed off or, your happy.

Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise".

I really can't make no wrong moves out here, because just as quick as you can get people to love you, you can get people to hate you.

When I am angry, I pray God to swing our globe into the fiery sun and prevent the sorrows of the not-yet-born: but when I am content, I want to lie forever in the shade, till I become a shade myself.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

The happiest she'd ever been was with him, and the saddest. Was that the true test of love?

The stockmarket is a semi-psychotic creature given to extremes of elation and despair.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

L'absence diminue les mediocres passions, et augmente les grandes,comme le vent eteint les bougies, et allume le feu. Absence diminishes commonplace passions, and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.

It was a quality of my childhood that everything had these two sides. Even though things could be really beautiful and peaceful one moment, they could also be a bit chaotic or maybe terrifying in another.

That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a feat as that he can create it, for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the act of destruction, man sets himself above life; he transcends himself as a creature. Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.

I love that you can be laughing one minute and crying the next, and then be shocked the next. I like things that provoke emotions to such extremes.

I just can't feel lukewarm about a character. I either despise her, admire her, or don't understand her and want to understand her.

Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It's the indifference I don't know how to process.

Acting is hard work. At times, it's very energizing and enervating. It's childish. It's also responsible. It's illuminating, enriching, joyful, drab. It's bizarre, diabolical. It's exciting.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.

My complaint, as an exile who once loved New York and who likes to return a half-dozen times a year, is not that it plays host to extremes of the human condition: There is grandeur in that, and necessity.