Lee Iacocca Quotes

You don't go to tarot readers or psychics when everything's going well. It's always evidence of rock-bottom.

My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

My life could have been so grim... really, really grim.

Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I've never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.

We hate our squalor.

Why was I feeling this way? Why was everything so bad in my life? I had no answers to these questions.

I became bitter, hard, cold. I was always on a panic - couldn't buy clothes or a good place to live.

Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.

I ain't never had nothing good in life.

For 30 years, I lived in pure hell.

It is in vain, I perceive, to look for ease and happiness in a world of troubles.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.

Finding permanent and universal causes for misfortune is the practice of despair.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

I am ignorant and impotent and yet, somehow or other, here I am, unhappy, no doubt, profoundly dissatisfied ... In spite of everything I survive.

What else is there to make life tolerable? We stand on the shore of an ocean, crying to the night and to emptiness. Sometimes a voice of one drowning, and in a moment the silence returns. The world seems to me quite dreadful, the unhappiness of many people is very great, and I often wonder how they all endure it. It is usually the central thing around which their lives are built, and I suppose if they did not live most of their lives in the things of the moment, they would not be able to go on.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.

Life is a concentration camp. You're stuck here and there's no way out and you can only rage impotently against your persecutors.

Broke with nothing to live for and damn ready to die young. I'm the shadow behind the gun, look what I've become.