Gustave Flaubert Quotes

Take my horse to the old town road and ride till I can't no more' basically means just running away, and everything is just gone. The horse is metaphorical for not having anything or just the little things that you do have, and it's with you.

If this was my forever, I wouldn't want to spend it here.

I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.

As I now feel, I would wish to be borne off anywhere out of this world.

To snap my fingers and let it go away. Even if it takes the 3,000th hit with it, just let it all go away.

I've been able to carve out spaces for myself. At Sundance, I'm in the mountains - my property is private. I get on a horse and ride for three, four hours. Sometimes five. I get lost. But when I'm in, I'm in.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple. And I think it's not that uncommon.

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

I have watched patients stand and gaze longingly toward the city they in all likelihood will never enter again. It means liberty and life; it seems so near, and yet heaven is not further from hell.

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.

I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.

I keep coming back because I have no place else to go. What else would I do? I love to sing.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

Not having a roof over your head at night must be frightening, cold, lonely and depressing. To be seriously ill as well must be beyond upsetting.

I remember sitting by my window, wishing upon the stars that my skin condition would go away. I wondered, 'Why me?'

There are people who are destined to embrace endless pain and suffering, and there are people who desire to dream. Everybody dreams, of course. But does anybody desperately want to dream more than the people of North Korea?

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

We cannot do without it, and yet we disgrace and vilify the same. It may be compared to a cage, the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair to get out.

I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.

And I ran after that voice through the streets so as not to lose sight of the splendid wreath of bodies gliding over the city, and I realized with anguish in my heart that they were flying like birds and I was falling like a stone, that they had wings and I would never have any.