Janet Fitch Quotes

I'm ready to deal with somebody else's baggage. I'm sick of mine.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

Oshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next. His hands are clasped behind his head. "I know how you feel," he finally says. "But this is something you have to work out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

I have a lot of things to say and a lot of things to let out of me.

I think the hill one has to trudge in order to understand a man's baggage is more of a trek than I'd like to take right now.

The Kurt thing has burdened me so much.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

I have felt many times trapped by 'Star Trek.' It cost me dearly. It won't anymore, because I've come to grips with what it is and where it fits in my life.

I've never had a person come to me and say, 'I want to take down this person.' They come and say, 'I need help. This thing is killing me. It's weighing me down. It's sitting in the pit of my stomach.'

The Nocturnal' was very nearly beyond me.

Becoming a musician was all about escape. It was about getting away from the foulness that was me.

Am I the only person who wishes he could escape his own life for a few hours?

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

It is necessary that one be a light to oneself in a world that is becoming utterly dark.

I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.

I carry the bars within me.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.

With gritty action and realistic science, Peter Watts brings to life a dark and vivid world.

You must suffer me to go my own dark way.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.