Emily Saliers Quotes

I was up above it. Now, I'm down in it.

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.

I didnt like being reminded about how self-absorbed i was. I wanted to be over this, done with this. I didnt want to live in a broken world or a broken me. I wasnt trying to weasel out of anything. I just wasnt in the mood of being on the earth that night. I get like that sometimes when it rains, or when i see certain sad movies.

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

I try not to think about my life. I have no life. I need therapy.

Once a week, I like to slip into a deep existential depression where I lose all my sense of oneness and self-worth.

Most of the time I feel stupid, insensitive, mediocre, talentless and vulnerable - like I'm about to cry any second - and wrong. I've found that when that happens, it usually means I'm writing pretty well, pretty deeply, pretty rawly.

I am actually going to two therapists right now. I don't know, I actually feel like therapy has just made me more uncomfortable.

We all have our inner demons.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

The counterpart of the suicide is the seeker; but the difference between them is slight.

I used to feel like I was drowning. So I stopped trying to swim.

Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.

It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

I'm losing control."-Brittany Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex

Awareness of insanity does not make one any less insane. Awareness of drowning does not make one any less of a drowning person--it only adds the burden of panic

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

Having a normal person around me made it poingnantly clear to me that I was out of control.

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

So many times, we take things to heart and that eats us up, and we think it over and over again with work and our personal life. But most of the time, it is not personal. It may have nothing to do with you but, instead, what the other person is going through in their life.

It may be laid down as a position which seldom deceives, that when a man cannot bear his own company, there is something wrong.

That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt. That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do. That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness. That it is possible to fall asleep during an anxiety attack. That concentrating on anything is very hard work.

In running away from ourselves we either fall on our neighbor's shoulder or fly at his throat.

I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.