W. G. Sebald Quotes

I guess I had fun doing it but it has hard memories for me.

When something's painful, you just avoid it. Why bother dredging up the past if it's nothing but bad stuff?

The past is still, for us, a place that is not safely settled.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

I have a lot of bad days.

Going back to Ireland involves at least six to seven emotional breakdowns for me per day.

I'm trying to put the past to rest, but things just keep popping up to just pull me back in.

Every once in a while you do have a bad day.

Everyone has a bad day now and then.

Why would I ever be bitter and negative and focus on the past?

I wonder why we hate the past so.

Sometimes suffering is a weird attraction.

Do you ever think of moving back?" "To Coldwater? Heck, no. England suits me fine. These Brits love my accent. The first time Gavin asked me out it was just to hear me talk. Lucky for him, it's one of the things I do best." All teasing left her eyes. "Too many memories back home. Can't drive down the street without thinking I see Scott in the crowd.

Memories of ice and Trent surfaced, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had saved him, and he had saved me. What was wrong with us?

I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle against my deepest inclinations, pulled myself out by the hair and went to Madrid...Madrid is a lovely enchanting city, and there was almost ready for me a kind of penthouse full of sunlight, a roof garden, and so on. I gave one look at it all, returned to the hotel and went to bed and wept bitterly for eleven hours...Why? Because I had seen Paris and could not endure the thought of being anywhere else.

I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.

It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...

I have so many insecurities they fight for prominence.

My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.

I want now to be of today. It is painful to be conscious of two worlds. The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

That parasite: the past.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

Despair was so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannikin in the window. It could be dispelled by the spectacle of lights surrounding a tower. It could be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again.

A spoonful of hope and a cup of despair

Anger is nothing more than an outward expression of hurt, fear and frustration