Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.
Fiona AppleRead
You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way. That's why I have to watch myself when I get isolated for too long.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of experiencing the world outside of one's thoughts to maintain mental well-being.
Fiona Apple's quote highlights the dangers of becoming so absorbed in one's own thoughts and inner world that one neglects to engage with the external environment. This isolation can lead to feelings of madness or confusion, hence the necessity of being mindful of how long one remains disconnected from the experiences and interactions that life has to offer.
In practice
You might use this quote in a mental health seminar to illustrate the importance of staying connected to reality.
Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.
I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o'clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.
I don't want to give any advice to a 19-year-old, because I want a 19-year-old to make mistakes and learn from them. Make mistakes, make mistakes, make mistakes. Just make sure they're your mistakes.
Rape is the most humiliating thing that can be done to you; it's the most vulnerable that you can be. But once I realized that, I became a stronger person and faced all my fears.
Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.
I got into therapy in the fifth grade because I said in a sarcastic way that I was going to kill myself, and they didn't get it then. Nothing's changed.
I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.
I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.
What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
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