Louis-Ferdinand Celine Quotes

There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.

I've realised I need a gnawing, nagging, anxious doubt when I wake at 4 A.M.

It's easy to look into the future and worry about the past.

There's a restless feeling knocking on my door today.

He walked, groping for a sentence that hung in his mind as an empty shape. He could neither fill it or dismiss it.

I was wracked with insecurity.

You do have a modicum of peace of mind here, but it's as unsettled as any other place.

When I watch films or tv that I've done, I get very restless and tend to not sit still.

I don't know how I feel right now.

I look forward to change, but there is a part of me that absolutely dreads it.

I am living for every day and trying to have less fear, less worry. But I have always worried about everything; it's in my nature. It's the thing that makes me suffer the most.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

There are 10 men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

Very often at the end of 'The Sopranos' you get the feeling that its not under control, you should be very worried, and life is kind of really, really messed up at lot of times. It leaves you feeling very disconcerted. That was kind of the point of it.

I have been restless for as long as I can remember.

I just don't know where my head is sometimes.

While I don't know if I exist in the land of the elite, I'm definitely on the battlefield with restlessness.

I'm never comfortable.

I feel like I'm in a weird state, and I wake up in Hollywood, and I've got a couple of studio movies underneath my belt, and I take these meetings with people. Sometimes it's this great, weird sense of oddness that comes at you, because I've never really stopped thinking the way that I started thinking.

Oh my god what am I doing with my life?

I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so I could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.

What the hell am I doing here?

All of them had a restlessness in common.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.