Emma Forrest Quotes

Ask yourself: What forms the decisions you make? What is it that gnaws at you? What are your crucible moments?

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.

I have ever been the queerest mixture of weakness and strength, and have paid heavily for the weakness.

I became conflicted in my late teens.

My demons and I are not compatible. We never have been and never will be.

The literature of the inner life is very largely a record of struggle with the inordinate passions of the social self.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

A man's conflicts represent what he 'really' is.

Everyone has monsters and demons within themselves. They're metaphors for the human condition.

I have never met a man who has given me as much trouble as myself.

The rising and falling of the scales of pride and humility sustain the brooding mind as well as the alternations of desire and peace of the soul.

Ten thousand million nightmares, temptation by the score, I used to get so high, and still I wanted more. You think my time is wasted in search of who I am, I tried so hard to kill the boy inside the man.

Sometimes you think the whole world is falling, and it's only yourself that's leaning.

More than ever, I had to analyze my mental state over the past couple of years because of all the things that happened since the last album came out. Just being surrounded by lots of noise - good and bad - and still being able to try to hold onto some kind of identity for myself.

We have long struggles with ourself, of which the outcome is one of our actions; they are, as it were, the inner side of human nature. This inner side is God's; the outer side belongs to men.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

I think the biggest obstacle I still have to overcome is myself, and just kind of struggling every day with what to do with the work and where to go next.

Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

[I am not] the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed.

Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don’t want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.