Mathew Brady Quotes

My parents' divorce made an important change in my life. It affected me. After that, when I can't play Wimbledon, it was tough. For one month I was outside the world.

There's not day that goes by that I don't remember why I'm in the situation I'm in.

I've got a history in my life of difficult times.

I've had really hard struggles in my life.

When I woke the next morning in my room at White's Motel, I showered and stood naked in front of the mirror, watching myself solemnly brush my teeth. I tried to feel something like excitement but came up only with a morose unease. Every now and then I could see myself-truly see myself-and a sentence would come to me, thundering like a god into my head, and as I saw myself then in front of that tarnished mirror what came was 'the woman with the hole in her heart'. That was me.

I can't drown my demons. They know how to swim.

A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters - and the battle must go on.

It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.

She'd risked everything, and here was the result: the raw, warped core of her life.

So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it, the grip of life's relentless urges slackened, replaced by this icy simplicity. This wasnt her death. It was his. That was the sad and honest truth. Though it would stay with her, it would be more like a black onyx heart on a silver chain, worn privately, under her clothes, close to her body, all her life. The guilt, the beauty, everything. It wasnt over, it had only begun. Well ok then, Okay.

This Cruel Age has deflected me.

What hurts us is what heals us.

I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.

He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.

You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn't call for it?

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

We're fighting internal struggles, I am the cancer for my own cure.