Billy Idol Quotes

One of my themes is that there is good and evil in everyone. I was not out to make these guys heroes. I really don't believe in heroes. The best of people have a dark side and it's a constant struggle for the better side to survive and to thrive.

I am a person always full of contradictions... It was hard to choose whether to devote myself to revolution as a soldier or as a writer.

Not to get too depressing, I've always been a slight whirling dervish in my life. I've always been at once a very spritely and energetic hilarious lady, but at the same time there is an equal dark side that's as comparable to the jovial - constantly walking on the high wire trying to figure out who to be each day.

I've always been at war with myself, for right or wrong.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.

There is good and evil in each of us, and you can easily be led to the dark side.

...a disgruntled reflection on my own life as a sort of desperate improvisation in which I was constantly trying to make something coherent from conflicting elements to fit rapidly changing settings.

As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell, our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well.

A man may quarrel with himself alone; that is, by controverting his better instincts and knowledge when brought face to face with temptation.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

Ever at Thy glowing altar Must my heart grow sick and falter, Wishing He I served were black.

My conscience aches but it's going to lose the fight.

As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement and communion, sincerity and simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.

Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

The Christian is to proclaim and prosecute an irreconcilable war against his bosom sins; those sins which have lain nearest his heart, must now be trampled under his feet.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

In suffocating the voice of conscience, passion carries with itself a restlessness of the body and the senses: it is the restlessness of the "external man." When the internal man has been reduced to silence, then passion, once it has been given freedom of action, so to speak, exhibits itself as an insistent tendency to satisfy the senses and the body.

In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

Beneath the surface of our daily life, in the personal history of many of us, there runs a continuous controversy between an Ego that affirms and an Ego that denies.

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?

The devil on my right shoulder must have brutally strangled the angel on my left.