Luis Bunuel Quotes

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

The function of memory is not only to preserve, but also to throw away. If you remembered everything from your entire life, you would be sick.

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

The longer I live, the less chance I'll ever recover from what life keeps doing to me.

I don't know their names. Their names have been erased from my memory banks. If I tried to bring 'em back, I'd get shocked.

We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

Despair often breeds disease.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

Nothing good comes out of depression.

I don't expect too much from the afterlife, I think that I know very well what pain is. When I think of the end of my life, I think mainly: I didn't do nothing, but I could have done more.

I might look successful and happy being in front of you today, but I once suffered from severe depression and was in total despair.

Please believe that I do this because I am convinced that my illness cannot be helped for any length of time and I cannot bear to be a burden on anyone any longer.

There is nothing on earth that could ever make me want to relive certain years of my life when I was young.

I don't want to talk about my trials and tribulations. Once you reveal even part of what your real problems might be in life, they come back in a deformed way.

I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don't know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame.

Some of my memories will never return. They are lost - along with the crippling feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Not a tremendous price to pay.

I know what it's like to lose.