Bae Doona Quotes

To play someone when the character masks their own emotions, doesn't understand their own emotions, has no release for their own emotions, and yet is full of emotion - that is a much harder character to play than someone who has somewhere to put it.

Great souls suffer in silence.

Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

Even though I am smiling, I have some suffering in my heart.

People have so much pain inside them that they're not even aware of.

I tend to play 'tortured' a lot, whether it's physically or emotionally.

My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.

Where was my heart to flee for refuge from my heart? Whither was I to fly, where I would not follow? In what place should I not be prey to myself?

Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

My neediness is not a hole to be filled but something beneath the skin scratching to get out.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights. Since I was born, hasn't every word I've said, every thought I've thought, everything I've done, been tied up, weighted, chained? And mind you, I know that with all this I don't succeed. Or I succeed in flashes only too damned well. ...But think how hard I try and how seldom I dare. Think - and have a bit of pity. That is, if you ever think, you apes, which I doubt.

When we speak, we want to say something sweet, but we don't say something sweet because something is ordering us from deep down to say something unkind. We want to open our hearts to people, but we can't do it, because we are being ordered around by the sufferings we have concealed deep in our consciousness.

Dreaming was easier than screaming, and screaming was easier than worrying, and worrying was easier than crying, which was what she knew she would be reduced to if she didn’t keep a hard eye on herself.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

God knows we have our own demons to be cast out, our own uncleanness to be cleansed. Neurotic anxiety happens to be my own particular demon, a floating sense of doom that has ruined many of what could have been, should have been, the happiest days of my life, and more than a few times in my life I have been raised from such ruins, which is another way of saying that more than a few times in my life I have been raised from death - death of the spirit anyway, death of the heart - by the healing power that Jesus calls us both to heal with and to be healed by.

Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

I've been in pain hope it doesn't show I've been insane well the time is slow

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

Perspective [is] a luxury when your head [is] constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

It takes me awhile to find something that I'm passionate about. I'm reading a lot and thinking a lot, and torturing myself a lot because I'm feeling really guilty for not writing something today.

...bleak territory of the heart.