David Seabury Quotes

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

It's not like you make a decision and everything inside you is 100 percent happy.

To be human and to be adult means constantly to be in the grip of opposing emotions, to have daily to reconcile apparently conflicting tensions. I want this, but need that. I cherish this, but I adore its opposite too.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

I have back-and-forth feelings about everything a lot - it's not limited to my albums.

I loved feeling special. I hated feeling special.

Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.

Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.

The poor ego has a still harder time of it; it has to serve three harsh masters, and it has to do its best to reconcile the claims and demands of all three...The three tyrants are the external world, the superego, and the id.

There are always two forces warring against each other within us.

Now I'm confused. Now I don't know what I want.

I'm really schizophrenic about that, because on the one hand I would say, yes there is, there's something inherently, even violent about it, it's wild and raw and all this.

Mixed feelings, like mixed drinks, are a confusion to the soul.

There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

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

There's always going to be a war going on inside of me. That's just, I think, my make-up.

It's always interesting to see somebody struggling with two different sides of their personality.

It's like I had two things pulling at me: you want to be a fighter, and you have problems. So I couldn't be a fighter, and I wasn't solving any problems.

I'm optimistic yet disillusioned, hopeful yet frustrated.

She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.