Karen Duffy Quotes

It's a burden trying to keep a secret. It's hard. It probably takes more out of you trying to hold it and keep it than it does for you to really let it out.

I got a lot happening, a whole lot, and it's not always easy being me.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

I've played an awful lot of repressed people.

I feel pressure, but my emotions just don't show that much in my face.

I think when people are repressing things, or burying things, that can manifest in all sorts of ways.

For me, the bulimia was about stuffing my emotions. So I stopped suppressing my feelings.

The idea that the more you hide something, the more it becomes something that's supposed to feel shameful is very true.

I bottled up all my emotions and forced myself to grow up faster than I needed to.

I got to the point of insanity, but I also got out, but during the insane times, I felt invincible, and I felt creative and wonderful, too, but I was also hiding something.

Don't invite me to a surprise birthday party. I don't have room for that secret. I've got enough real secrets I have to keep: dark, life-destroying secrets.

I was suppressed for many years. From the outside, you'd think I had a very normal life.

I used to bottle things up.

What you try to bury just ends up burying you.

It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me

You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.

The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow's denied.

They all think any minute I'm going to commit suicide. What a joke. The truth of course is the exact opposite: suicide is the only thing that keeps me alive. Whenever everything else fails, all I have to do is consider suicide and in two seconds I'm as cheerful as a nitwit. But if I could not kill myself -- ah then, I would. I can do without nembutal or murder mysteries but not without suicide.

When I'm not working, I think and I think when I get depressed.

We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard.

When a monk goes away from the world, he goes fighting with it. it is not a relaxed going. His whole being is pulled towards the world. He struggles against it. He becomes divided. Half of his being is for the world and half has become greedy for the other. He is torn apart. A monk is basically a schizophrenic, a split person, divided into the lower and the higher. And the lower goes on pulling him, and the lower becomes more and more attractive the more it is repressed. And because he has not lived the lower, he cannot get into the higher.

I have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts. What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? To caress the serpent that devours us, and hug him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts?

You have to hide what you are and it's really stressful and very bad for your self esteem. Because it's not obvious to people that you are ill, they treat you as if you're a pain in the ass, then you beat yourself up and you are already beating yourself up as a part of mental illness.

To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain--leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.