Montesquieu Quotes

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

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

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

I feel like im in this river just getting swept along... And if I hold on to anyone, if I'm holding on for dear life, I'm not getting anywhere. I'm stuck. ...I never wanted to get stuck

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.

...the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Despair is anger with no place to go.

There is no power on earth that can loosen a man's grip on his own throat

CONTROL MYSELF?!! I'm a MONSTER! Monsters don't control themselves! That's the whole IDEA!

As If I could just turn my feelings off like a faucet.

Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.

O, if there be any kind of life most sad, and deepest in the scale of pity, it is the dry, cold impotence of one, who has honestly set to the work of his own self-redemption.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.

Dear God...I have always been a good girl. Maybe you can give me a sign letting me know what is happening to me.

I felt shame - I see this clearly, now - at the instinctive recognition in myself of an awful enfeebling fatalism, a sense that the great outcomes were but randomly connected to our endeavors, that life was beyond mending, that love was loss, that nothing worth saying was sayable, that dullness was general, that disintegration was irresistible.

It was not the beautiful or pleasant feelings that gave me new insight, but the ones against which I fought most strongly: feelings that made me experience myself as shabby, petty, mean, helpless, humiliated, demanding, resentful or confused, and above all, sad and lonely. It was precisely through these experiences, which I had shunned for so long, that I became certain that I now understood something about my life, stemming from the core of my being, something that I could not have learned from any book.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?

It's funny --- sometimes the strongest individuals feel the worst when events are out of their control, and they can't really be there for the people they love. I've felt it myself.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.