Jimmy Nail Quotes

Sometimes I don't understand why I'm sitting here.

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

I can't control my frustration.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

What has changed is that nothing has changed... that's what has made me more unhappy than everything else.

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

As an adolescent, I was bitter and angry, and I definitely put up these walls.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

You'd imagine Mick would be the happiest person in the world, and yet a lot of the times he isn't.

I have never met anyone who wasn't confused inside.

I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don't feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood.

I am becoming used to an overwhelming, grinding mixture of anger and worry.

So many lives I touch, so much anger.

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

Some things, it was better not to think about. It just made you mad and angry.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

I recognize a lot of the things I'm going through. Like, I lose my temper a lot and I become unhinged and kind of hysterical.

I can't get no satisfaction.

Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.

I should have been deliriously happy. I had my dream come true. I'm a best-selling author. So why is everything in my life, including my writing, going bad?

I have some anger issues.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.