Kevin Gates Quotes

The plan was to drink until the pain is over, But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?

I'd go into the pub and start crying even before I'd had my first drink.

When I'm too worn out or in pain, I lie in bed and write in my mind.

A pill to make you numb, a pill to make you dumb.

Hence when a person is in great pain, the cause of which he cannot remove, he sets his teeth firmly together, or bites some substance between them with great vehemence, as another mode of violent exertion to produce a temporary relief. Thus we have the proverb where no help can be has in pain, 'to grin and abide;' and the tortures of hell are said to be attended with 'gnashing of teeth.'Describing a suggestion of the origin of the grin in the present form of a proverb, 'to grin and bear it.'

There were times when I got frightened. Things weren't going right, so I just went out and got smashed. That's me. Something goes wrong, I find a bottle. I don't like it about myself but I've done it before and I'll do it again. But I never vanished for days or held up shooting or quit the picture.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

I need the anesthetic qualities of the local fire water.

I don't pay much mind to politricks. Never met a politician who wouldn't try to convince you that salt was sugar.

She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

She was a little given to rehearsing things in her mind, and having imaginary triumphs over people who had upset her in one way and another.

How can we not create a fantasy in our minds when the reality is so hard?

Is it bad when you refer to all alcohol as "Pain Go Bye-Bye Juice"?

There were times I felt so anxious, almost like I was crawling out of my skin, that if I didn't do something physical to match the way I felt inside, I would explode. I cut myself to take my mind off that. I just didn't care what happened. I had no fear.

When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying.

I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness, Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad sh!t

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

I feel like when I arrive at the hospital I want a glass of whiskey, I want the epidural in my back. And, I want to get hit in the face with a baseball bat...

the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.

I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.

The heartbreaking necessity of lying about reality and the heartbreaking impossibilty of lying about it

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.

There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius