Adam Duritz Quotes

For every laugh, there should be a tear.

Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry.

It is such a terrifying thing to see a man cry.

Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

The only thing man knows instinctively is how to weep.

We must feel the pain before the pleasure, only then can we tell them apart.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness - it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

We often add to our pain and suffering by being overly sensitive, over-reacting to minor things, and sometimes taking things too personally.

Pain is not wrong. Reacting to pain as wrong initiates the trance of unworthiness. The moment we believe something is wrong, our world shrinks and we lose ourselves in the effort to combat the pain.

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

There is no space wider than that of grief.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

I used to wonder why Lucy liked those songs so much. You know what I mean? She sits in the dark and listens and cries. Music does that to her...I didn't understand for a long time. But I do now. The sad songs are a safe hurt. It's a diversion. It's controlled. And maybe it helps you imagine that real pain will be like that. But it's not. Lucy knows that, of course. You can't prepare for real pain. You just have to let it rip you apart.

A remarkable thing about me is that the time that elapses between a sad thought and a flood of tears is three or four seconds.

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.