Charles Dickens Quotes

One night last summer, all the killers in my head assembled on a stage in Massachusetts to sing show tunes.

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

I don't see myself as having a dark side.

But I confess that "my mind to me a kingdom is" - not! Rather it is a fantastical republic, daily troubled by more revolutions than ever occurred in South America.

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

It was Adam Appleby's misfortune that at the moment of awakening from sleep his consciousness was immediately flooded with everything he least wanted to think about

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.

My mind changes often […] People who have no mind can easily be steadfast and firm, but when a man is loaded down to the guards with it, as I am, every heavy sea of foreboding or inclination, maybe of indolence, shifts the cargo.

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!

Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.

The party in Alobar’s head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged.

As Carl Jung put it, "In each of us there is another whom we do not know." As Pink Floyd sang, "There's someone in my head, but it's not me."

If only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.

When I was a child I truly loved: Unthinking love as calm and deep As the North Sea. But I have lived, And now I do not sleep.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

Whatever we refuse to recognize about ourselves has a way of rearing its head and making itself known when we least expect it.

When you recognize this, you also realize that you are now free to give up this futile conflict, this inner state of war.

There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that was as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it's audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands.

You are either losing your mind -- or gaining your soul.