Ozzy Osbourne Quotes

You cannot escape what you have to deal with inside yourself. It will never bring good things. It will only bring madness.

The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.

I've had my share of dark days of the soul. I try not to focus on it too much so it doesn't get to me.

We've all got darkness inside us. And I've got quite a lot of darkness.

There must be a reason that these bad things happen to me. I must be dysfunctional. So why would my dad leave? Why would he kill himself? Why would I be violated? And when you're 6-years-old, you can't comprehend that. But as you get much older in life, you begin to think what's wrong with me?

Something I wrote quite a few years ago was, "The voices in my head, they don't care what I do, they just want to argue the matter through and through." It is a common mistake, to think you're going to go into some kind of spiritual practice and you're going to be relieved of the human burdens, from human crosses like thought, jealousy, despair - in fact, if anything, these feelings are amplified.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.

While I was girl of the year and superstar and all that crap, everything I did was really...motivated by psychological disturbance.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

[Neurotics are] torn by inner conflicts ... Every neurotic ... is at war with himself.

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

There are moments when you feel trapped, ill at ease. A year later the same feeling can turn out to be the theme of a book.

It used to be said, not so long ago, that every suicide gave Satan special pleasure. I don't think that's true-unless it isn't true either that the Devil is a gentleman. If the Devil has no class at all, then okay, I agree: He gets a bang out of suicide. Because suicide is a mess. As a subject for study, suicide is perhaps uniquely incoherent. And the act itself is without shape and without form. The human project implodes, contorts inward-shameful, infantile, writhing, gesturing. It's a mess in there.

I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.

Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

No one wants to spend too long inside their own darkness.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

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

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