Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

There is good and evil within all of us, and I enjoy searching to bring that out through my music. I like it that there are questions brought out by my music. People must look inside themselves for the answers

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

I do not know at first what it is that harms me. The men and things of to-day are wont to be fairer and truer in to-morrow's memory.

Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

The battle over flesh and blood cannot compare to the battle for the heart.

I am always with myself, and it is I who am my tormentor.

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.

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

Saw so much of the wickedness of my heart that I longed to get away from myself...I felt almost pressed to death with my own vileness. Oh what a body of death is there in me...Oh the closest walk with God is the sweetest heaven that can be enjoyed on earth!

That was what gospel was meant to do - make you hate and love yourself at the same time, make you ashamed and glorified.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

There is a spiritual side to me that goes real deep, but I confess right up front that I'm the biggest sinner of them all.

I would far rather feel remorse than know how to define it.

There are always two forces warring against each other within us.

This unusual and highly successful species spends a great deal of time examining his higher motives and an equal amount of time ignoring his fundamental ones.

Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

I don't know what heavy penance I would not have gladly undertaken rather than practice prayer.

The tension between 'yes' and 'no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot', makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.

There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.

Just because I don't do bad things doesn't mean I don't have bad thoughts.

My demons and I are not compatible. We never have been and never will be.

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.