Tim Burton Quotes

You must hurt, or be hurt.

Sometimes people do get hurt

I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage.

It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

Look, I'm standing naked before you; Don't you want more than my sex? I can scream as loud as your last one, But I can't claim innocence.

Are you prepared for the first wound?

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.

My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve against her face, a large bruise blazing across her cheek. I paused, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was alone. I drew her eye makeup, smudged by tears. In her watery eyes I drew the reflection of the commander, standing in front of her, his fist clenched. I continued to sketch, exhaled, and shook out my hands.

We're all damaged somehow."-A Great and Terrible Beauty

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

You hurt the ones you love the most. Because it hurts you the most.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

I'm thirty-six years old and I've been married once and he left and I don't want to feel this way anymore. Like I can't be vulnerable. Can't relax. It's exhausting, always being on the defensive, keeping my guard up. I feel like Cuba.

To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart.

Great self-destruction follows upon unfounded fear.

I like my nuts," Mooner said. "I don't want them cut off. I'd be, like, nutless then.

We crash into each other just so we can feel something.

You're the only one that you are screwin', when you put down what you don't understand.

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.