Anita Dobson Quotes

I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It's not getting easier; if anything, it's always right on the edge of my skin.

Going to the darkest place you can to make yourself really upset and adding that with the physicality and running around, you can work yourself into hysteria that way.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

I love playing really strung out characters, and characters that are really pushed to their limits and losing their mind.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

I tend to play 'tortured' a lot, whether it's physically or emotionally.

I have moments of darkness, of anger, and moments of rage. They do creep up at the most inopportune times. Not to recognize that in my music would give people a sense of sainthood that I don't necessarily have or even want to have.

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

Pain is such an important thing in life. I think that as an artist you have to experience suffering.

... madness entered my veins.

I have sadness in me. I have anger in me. I have heartbreak in me.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

I thought it would be a fun change of pace to do a show about a really sad, depressed character.

My '24' death obviously sent Jack Bauer into a huge downward spiral.

This game will make you cry more often than not.

It's never easy to watch. It's never great to see your friend or teammate put himself through hell.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.

Unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.