The Weeknd Quotes

In Paris on a chilling evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggle with the disorder in my mind - a struggle which had engaged me for several months - might have a fatal outcome.

Im okay Im okay now. But you really need to listen to me 'cause im telling you the truth I mean this im okay Trust me... Im not okay ...Well okay im not okay. Im not o-f cking-kay

I found that things weren't going well upstairs. Carter was a crumpled heap of chicken warrior on the slope of the pyramid.

I went through this difficult time [in the 1984] when we were making our third record where I kind of lost my mind. That's when the bulimia kicked in. And that's when I got really freaky.

Sometimes I think I'm the craziest person on the planet.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

And sometimes when you're very mixed-up inside, you do things you know you shouldn't do.

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

Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

It is the moment when our resolution seems about to become irrevocable--when the fatal iron gates are about to close upon us--that tests our strength. Then, after hours of clear reasoning and firm conviction, we snatch at any sophistry that will nullify our long struggles, and bring us the defeat that we love better than victory.

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

My life is in shambles. It is crazy. It couldn't get any crazier. I'm just trying to stay sane.

I've tried and I can't. The thought of it twists me in a knot.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

Despair is anger with no place to go.

I try and be as normal as I can, but it's all pretty mental to be honest.

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.

I'm losing control."-Brittany Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex

Me in a one-man tent crouching over carrier bag. It's not just the lowest point of the trip. It's the lowest point ever. In 38 years.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.