Tom Clancy Quotes

Of course there are times when I think, 'I'd be better out of this.'

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

You know, sometimes I feel well and vital in the world, and sometimes I just feel so distressed I want to pull my hair out by the roots.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

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

Why was I feeling this way? Why was everything so bad in my life? I had no answers to these questions.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do.

A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east of the sun and west of the moon.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

His suspicion that he was not going in the right direction tortmented him more and more. At last he had the conviction that he would never go anywhere but in the wrong direction, to the very end of the handful of days that was left to him, unhappy moonstruck pilgrim, whose April was to be cut off short.

There were moments when I hated everybody I came across, innocent or guilty, and looked at them as thieves who were robbing me of my life with impunity. The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself - but you just can't help it.

All systems have failed me. In five minutes I'll be fine again for a while, but right now the inside of my head feels like Niagara Falls without the noise, just this mist and churning and no real sense of where earth ends and heaven begins.

I let a good many mistakes show through when fixing my sensations. It will always be the same and this is what makes me despair.

I feel, in the end, as if everything I've done has been a failure.

I longed to be bright and most certainly never was. I was rather hopeless, I suspect.

It's crazy how you can get yourself in a mess sometimes and not even be able to think about it with any sense and yet not be able to think about anything else.

I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

I lost my head for a little while.