John Frusciante Quotes

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It comes from the mind’s mysterious instinct to believe that pain is good, or that it cannot be escaped, or that the person deserves it.

You've been killing me inside and I don't want to die like this.

The greater part of human pain is unnecessary. It is self-created as long as the unobserved mind runs your life.

I think emotional and mental pain is probably worse than physical pain. I think we don't realize that I have no arms or legs but we all have disabilities of some sort, some fear, some lost, some wishes that didn't come true, things we wish would be better.

The imagination is always the best torturer.

I thought that jealousy was an idea. It isn't. It's a pain. But I didn't feel as they do in a Broadway melodrama. I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to die.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.

Pain of mind is worse than pain of body.

When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to the insides of your skull.

now I'm told that this is life, that pain is just a simple comprimise so we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify a broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on?

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead (suicide note)

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

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.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

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

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.