Richelle Mead Quotes

Like everyone else, I've had moments when I've felt that I've been losing my grip.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

While I was girl of the year and superstar and all that crap, everything I did was really...motivated by psychological disturbance.

Inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

I could have carried on in comedy. But my life was dark.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

I can't imagine that anybody is as screwed up as I am.

I'm always on the verge of death in my head.

I think I'm much less self confident today. I actually went through a quite painful period because of that thinking that I was completely hopeless. But I think that's something that we all go through at various times of our lives and it was quite a sustained thing with me.

There are moments when your mind is very vulnerable. You feel a lot of doubts.

The operation left me very emotional. I cry a lot anyway. I've always been the type to feel hurt easily, but now I hit rock bottom.

I could come in the gym to train with the boys and they'd think I was alright, but I'd go home and sit there crying.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

In the day I can smile though I wanna die / Hold on, hold on / I can keep it together for a little while / and be strong, so strong / But when the sun goes down and I'm all alone / I haven't the strength to fight / That's when my tears give in to the night

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

God, I feel like hell tonight. Tears of rage I cannot fight. I'd be the last to help you understand... Nothing's true and nothing's right so let me be alone tonight 'cause you can't change the way I am... I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go. It's try and love me if you can. Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care, when I'm throwing punches in the air, when I'm broken down and I can't stand will you be man enough to be my man?

...we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

Neurosis is an inner cleavage-the state of being at war with oneself.