Ozzy Osbourne Quotes

Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

I'm good at playing the emotionally strangled person. The woman who is in the worst place in her life. That's me!

In the day I can smile though I wanna die / Hold on, hold on / I can keep it together for a little while / and be strong, so strong / But when the sun goes down and I'm all alone / I haven't the strength to fight / That's when my tears give in to the night

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out.

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you're too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

I really believe that all of us have a lot of darkness in our souls. Anger, rage, fear, sadness. I don't think that's only reserved for people who have horrible upbringings. I think it really exists and is part of the human condition. I think in the course of your life you figure out ways to deal with that.

Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.

Depression is rage spread thin.

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

The last three films I've done are about self-immolation.

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

Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

They flank me - depression on my left, loneliness on my right. They don't need to show their badges. I know these guys very well. ... Then they frisk me. They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from overkill... Choose whether to laugh or to cry. Menace and promise mingle in your eye. Wait, it's only a matter of time. You know everything will be fine... Rain falls down and the seas run high. When you're by my side we can rise above it. Let me dry all the tears inside. On your way you cannot hide from the howling wind and the roaring tide. You might get hurt but your fears will subside when you at last escape from the tears inside.

Forgive me. I can no longer live with my nerves.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.