Ed Quotes

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Ed Sheeran
“It's too cold outside for angels to fly.”
Ed Sheeran

Charlotte Eriksson
“I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore,
like I always thought I would.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Charlotte Eriksson
“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Ed Sheeran
“And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been that way since eighteen, but lately,
Her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly”
Ed Sheeran

Ed Sheeran
“It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line”
Ed Sheeran

Bret Easton Ellis
“Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?"
[...]
"'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.'" I stop finish my J&B in one swallow.
"What does the other part of him think?" Hamlin asks tentatively.
"What her head would look like on a stick”
Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

Cath Crowley
“I escaped onto the wall, a painted ghost trapped in a jar. I stood back to look at it and I knew the sad thing wasn't that the ghost was running out of air. the sad thing was that he had enough air in that small space to last him a lifetime. What were you thinking, little ghost? Letting yourself get trapped like that?”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed

Cath Crowley
“You know who Mr. Darcy is?"
"I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed, lucy

Hiromu Arakawa
“Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.
It's a story about a butcher named Barry.

Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat more than anything in the world. But one day, when Barry got tired of just chopping up cows and pigs...
...He found something NEW to chop up-- PEOPLE. And so, he went out night after night in search of fresh meat.
Eventually, Barry was caught, but not before he had slaughtered 23 victims!!! For terrorizing the poor people of central city, Barry was sent straight to the gallows...And everyone else lived happily ever after!”
Hiromu Arakawa, Fullmetal Alchemist, Vol. 3

Charlotte Eriksson
“We dig holes for ourselves, of comfortable living, and it’s hard to see just how deep down you are until you suddenly want to take a look at the world up there, some fresh air
and realise you can’t get up. You’re too far down.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Sarah Darer Littman
“So there you have it--my sorry tale. That's how something I though I controlled ended up controlling me.”
Sarah Darer Littman, Purge

Bethany Pierce
“My reflection followed me mercilessly in mirrors, car doors, shop windows. I lived in a world of circus mirrors, the grotesque distortion of my body looking back at me everywhere.”
Bethany Pierce, Feeling for Bones

Cath Crowley
“I asked him what it was like to have a dad. He said he didn't think it mattered who you had as long as you had somebody good.”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed, leo

Charlotte Eriksson
“It's 4am again and I'm just getting started. People are boring and I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed through my words. I want to get all fucked up and write real and raw and ugly and beautifully. I bet you're sleeping safe and calm, and you can stay there, it's safer there, and you wouldn't stand one night on this journey my mind wanders off to every night you close your eyes. I'll stay here one day and I will never come down.
I promise I can fly before I hit the ground.
It doesn't even hurt anymore.
I swear, it doesn't hurt.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

Charlotte Eriksson
“Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud,
but I walked numbly through the park, round and round,
40 times for 4 hours
just wanting to make it through the day.

There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through
and the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories,
but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk
tick tick tick
me not making a sound
and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind,
but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine.
This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways
but you can not let it.

I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use.
the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness,
thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire
and I don't want to hurt myself anymore.
I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me—little me. From nowhere at all.
And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.
It will always be spring again.
And there will always be a new day.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Ed Sheeran
“And I will stop trying to fall in love again, and keep it a secret. It never works out anyway”
Ed Sheeran

Charlotte Eriksson
“I was a flower that bloomed and sparked way too fast. He took me in ’cause I was pretty in all kinds of colors but way too soon I stood on his table sad and dried up. I forgot to nourish myself and the sun never shone from my sky.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Cath Crowley
“There's one near Hoover Street Station. A picture of me, grass growing out of my heart while I'm talking to her.
She looked at the wall but she didn't see us.”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed

Cath Crowley
“We've got secrets coming out our arses and you want to take them to a clairvoyant?”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed

Cath Crowley
“We decided. We said that we weren't telling anyone. We said it was for art's sake. We said the more people who knew, the more chance the cops'd pick us up. We said it was you and me, no crew."
"Are you sure I didn't say it was to score girls?"
That actually sounds a whole lot like something Leo woud say.”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed, leo

Cath Crowley
“So I saw Beth today. She asked me how you were doing. Sounded like she wants you back."
"We were over months ago."
"You mind if I ask her out, then?"
"You mind if I spray a piece on the side of your gran's house?”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
tags: ed, leo

Robert Liparulo
“Oh, Ed!" Mom exclaimed. "It's a Victorian.”
Robert Liparulo, House of Dark Shadows

“Invece respiro ancora. Con la responsabilità di chi è stato riammesso al gioco. Dopo un fallo contro la vita.”
Elena Mearini, 360 gradi di rabbia

Charlotte Eriksson
“So I was a stone in the sea.
Gravity gave up on keeping me above the surface. I did not try to swim and so I sank to the bottom with no will to turn back. ”I’m tired,” I told him. ”I’m done”.
But he wouldn’t let me and he held me up even on his hardest days and he was a lighthouse when all I saw was darkness.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Cath Crowley
“Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bit
longer. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again.
She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

Daniel Handler
“You either have a feeling or you don't" - Min”
Daniel Handler

Calvin W. Allison
“A new frame with an unfilled image appeared in Ed’s train of thought above a mental fireplace where wonder moved like an electrical current through wiring of expectancy where he visualized grateful park walks on productive vacations where vocabulary escalated into meaningful discussions while exercising a somewhat out of shape courtesy—so to strengthen a mannerism
that was adequate for a lovely female.”
Calvin W. Allison, Strong Love Church

Calvin W. Allison
“The door closed behind her, and Ed just stood there—unable to connect with the present reality. It was as though he had been zapped by a stun gun of words, and the effect had made him momentarily immobile. A few minutes passed, and he broke free from the paralyzing shock. He walked into the bedroom that he and Laura had once shared. Now, like him, it was missing her presence. Pictures had been taken off of the dresser, the scented candles were gone, and her pillow was not on the bed. He walked over to the closet, opened it up, and found that her clothes, and shoes were also gone. He looked around the half empty room, and found himself venturing into a tormenting cycle of confusion. A livid syrup had just been poured out onto a panicked waffle that had been setting on a perturbed plate for several daunting months, and Ed suddenly found himself acquiring an unhealthy appetite for destruction. Tears began to fall down his face, and an inward storm began to rage.”
Calvin W. Allison, Strong Love Church

Stephen Fry
“Приверженность к сахару разрушала мой организм. Прилив волнения при совершении кражи и прилив наслаждения, с которым я уплетал мою сладкую добычу, с неизбежностью завершались — ибо таковы обыкновения страсти — приступами чувства вины, меланхолии, тошноты и отвращения к себе, неотделимыми от любых тяготений подобного толка — к сахару, к хождению по магазинам, к спиртному, к сексу, выбирайте сами.”
Stephen Fry, The Fry Chronicles
tags: ed

“Premevo la lama come si fa con la maniglia della porta. Sperando di entrare in un'altra vita.”
Elena Mearini, 360 gradi di rabbia

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