Emilie Autumn Quotes

Music gives the soul this inner self-expression, a voice. It gives the soul a sound, the sound of the Muse.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

Music is the universal language.

I think that when you're writing fiction what you're doing is reflecting life as you see it, and putting down how you think and how other people think, and the sort of confusions that you don't normally like to admit to.

Those things interest me a lot in songwriting - the human nature of how people think, and the muck that we wind up in.

I'm just writing songs about how I feel or about how people I know feel.

I think it is important to reach people through arts and literature, because then you establish a connection that's not an instant crisis.

You can have the best of intentions and think you're doing the right thing but you fall down when you're going against your own instinct.

I needed to turn off the negative voice in my head - I was psyching myself out.

All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.

I think ideas are still the most powerful things on the planet, and music is a great way to transmit them.

I often think that at the center of me is a voice that at last did split, a house in my heart so invaded with other people and their speech, friends I believed I was devoted to, people whose lives I can simply guess at now, that it gives me the impression I am simply a collection of them, that they all existed for themselves, but had inadvertently formed me, then vanished. But, what: Should I have been expected to create my own self, out of nothing, out of thin, thin air and alone?

Always listen to the voice of your conscience. If your conscience conflicts with your faith, question everything.

Deep down, below the surface of the average man's conscience, he hears a voice whispering, "There is something not right," no matter how much his rightness is supported by public opinion or moral code.

I think I have a lot of voices in my head and I guess my inner critic is a female.

The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can, old man, - you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind, - I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.

Music is the greatest communication in the world.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

The voice inside your head is not the voice of god. It just sounds like it thinks it is.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head

The scolding voice is her own, so abrasive and quick, yet so powerless to move her.

I should be able to look at my accolades and go, "Come on, Paul. That's enough." But there's still this little voice in the back of my brain that goes, "No, no, no. You could do better. This person over here is excelling. Try harder!" It still can be a little bit intimidating.

Music's the best thing we do as humans, isn't it? Music, I mean you flail your limbs, make you move in a way you don't understand. Or it can make you weep like a sailor's wife staring at a storm.

Our failure to hear His voice when we want to is due to the fact that we do not in general want to hear it, that we want it only when we think we need it.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.