Melvin Burgess Quotes

For six years, from 1985 to 1991, I felt pretty weak and useless.

The thing with 'Lost Without You' is that for a long time I didn't feel like I could share it with people. When it came to releasing it, it was a cliff-diving moment.

I'm always dealing with this sadness. I don't want to be Morrissey or anything, but it is a thing I deal with it. Every day, when I wake up, I have to make a decision to fight this depression. That sounds horrible but I'm fine with it; it's who I am; it's my life. I try not to let it cripple me.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

The greatest of men, they don't get too big to cry. They just loose faith in love and life.

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

I'm still vulnerable and still weak.

I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried.

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

There are many stages of grief. It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way -- cracks you open to feeling. When you try to avoid the pain, it creates greater pain. I'm a human being, having a human experience in front of the world. I wish it weren't in front of the world. I try really hard to rise above it.

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

The truth is that I feel totally helpless, or totally inconsolable, to be more honest. I’m not trying to hide it, but it’s something you’re not to worry about.

It's not easy to talk about myself at all.

I have... a dark look in my eyes, I guess.

It can be frightening. I think, 'I don't want to go.' But I give myself room to grieve.

I've always been at war with myself, for right or wrong. I don't know how to explain it more. It's universal. Some people are better at dealing with it, and they sleep with no pain - not pain, arguments. I've grown quite comfortable with being at war.

Emotions are my weakness. It is in my blood. It is very difficult to control.

I feel like, throughout lots of my life, especially growing up, I felt powerless.

It's really difficult seeing your role model or your parent cry.

You simply have to accept that your demons are a part of you.

It feels weird to say there's more to me than that, like I'm being overdramatic, and a tear rolls down my cheek. But, no - I do like I feel like there's more to me than just baseball.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

One thing I learned about that I always knew about myself - that I always been afraid of myself.

I'm not always 'Dominick Cruz, Tough Guy.' Depression runs in my bloodline.