quotes
Living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone
but it all works out,
it doesn't matter much to me."
-"Strawberry Fields Forever," The Beatles
"There are places I remember all my life,
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain.
All these places have their moments
Of lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I loved them all."
-"There Are Places I Remember," The Beatles
"You know better than to expect a butterfly to know your name. All they know are songs and poetry, and anything else they hear. They mean well, but they can't seem to keep things straight. And why should they? They die so soon."
-"The Last Unicorn," Peter S. Beagle
"I am the wound and the knife!
I am the blow and the cheek!
I am the limbs and the wheel--
The victim and the executioner!"
-"L' Heautontimoroumenos," Charles Baudelaire
"What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story, and the greatest good is little enough, for all life is a dream..."
-"Life is a Dream," Calderon de la Barca
"Why torture yourself when life will do it for you."
-Big Girls Don't Cry... They Get Even [movie
"It's sometimes just like sleeping, curling up inside my private tortures. I nestle into pain, hug suffering, caress every ache. I play dead; it stops the hurting."
-"Play Dead," Björk
"How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain."
-C. Blount
"Would you carry a razor, in case, just in case of depression?"
-"Young Americans," David Bowie
"The more sensitive you are, the more likely you are to be brutalised, develop scabs, never evolve. Never allow yourself to feel anything, because you always feel too much."
-Marlon Brando
"I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four AM knows all my secrets. Four AM is when my dreams die."
-"Lost Souls," Poppy Z. Brite
"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness."
-"Lost Souls," Poppy Z. Brite