Kate Tempest Quotes

You give too much, they take too much, they want too much, or not enough, and suddenly you find yourselves emptied out and open-handed, grabbing for some more. She

He won't walk the woods alone:
He'll only walk the heath.
He blanks out all the lives he's known,
But they survive beneath.

The world is a terrible place for sensitive people but the closer we come to losing our minds, the harder we'll work to keep them.

How many yous have you been?
How many,
Lined up inside,
Each killing the last?

How to follow orders when you're bordering on nausea and you're bored and insecure and dwarfed by fear.

Sun of himself. All things are his moons.

Youth hates age, age loves youth. This means we are born for unhappiness. This means we will keep buying outfits.

Like you got two lives. And which one's real? Which one's actually the life your living?

Millions of characters, each with their own epic narratives singing it's hard to be an angel until you've been a demon.

We die so others can be born
We age so others can be young
The point of life is live,
Love if you can
Then pass it on.

Foul smell of the things that we do to escape
There is no glamour in this. No rock and roll.
This is just endings. This is just grief.

Everybody's looking for their tiny piece of meaning. Some fleeting, perfect thing that might make them more alive.

His hair was black as onyx and his smile wrapped itself around anyone who saw it.

Winter laid her solemn hands across the city and stroked all the colours out of the sky

Taking things for granted is a terrible disease. We should all be checking ourselves regularly for signs of it.

There's no way back,
There is no track
That leads to his past lives.
He sets himself on forwards.
And he loves.
And he survives.

It gets to painful. You give too much, they take too much, or not enough, and suddenly you find yourself emptied out and open handed, grabbing for some more.

True love takes its toll
On souls
Who are not used to feeling whole

What happened to us? We go parties now, and we've nothing to say to each other 'til we're fucked. And even then. We spend hours talking about parties from before, things that happened to us once, we spend life retelling life and it's pointless and boring.

It's on us, the people at the bottom to fix things for ourselves even though it's us who suffer the decisions of the people at the top the most

They were as close and as distant as any family.

Eventually, Leon's voice limps from his chest and staggers out of his mouth.

Look again and you will see the Gods rise in the most human and unassuming of eyes.

He stretches his legs out underneath the table and checks Facebook on his phone. It tells him things he doesn't need to know about people he hasn't seen in years. He absorbs their aggressively worded opinions and quasi-political hate-speak. He sees a photograph of his ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend smiling at a picnic and he realises, with a strange cascade of emptiness, that she is pregnant and wearing an engagement ring. The comments are jubilant. He reads every word before he forces himself to put his phone down. A loneliness descends. He feels its familiar talons grabbing him violently out of his chair and hanging him, swinging, up by the ceiling. Pete