Trent Reznor Quotes

Hell is indefinite.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

How hard could it be? Is it really going to hurt? You get into that deep well of emotion if you are by yourself. Why am I here? What's the point of going on? If I can't do what I want to do, then what's the point?

Of course there are times when I think, 'I'd be better out of this.'

Everything was coming my way, but I was going down. I was painfully empty.

Man, I hate to get depressing on you, but I don't have a game. I'm so alone, so depressed, so dark, no.

Since I was 16, I've felt a black cloud hangs over me.

The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. It was those quiet moments alone when I just hated the person I had become.

I was so broken when I did the first record. I was living in my parents' basement, I didn't know anyone. I was broken-hearted and writing this really dark record. I was at the bottom of a well.

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

There's a strong melancholic streak in me.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

'Melancholy' is prettier than 'depression'; it connotes a kind of nocturnal grace. Makes one feel more innocently beleaguered.

What's often not acknowledged about depression is how much anger is in it.

I thought I was dead inside.

It got to a point where I didn't care... about living at all.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.