Richard Harris Quotes

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.

One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees... And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think it'd understand.

I think it's strange to live in a house with someone you cannot talk to-especially when that someone is your father-and the thought makes me a little sad.

I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.

And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.

Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

I think I am becoming incapable of being too surprised. But it just makes me sad and sick.

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

Being with friends felt like a burden. I remember just sobbing.

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

red plastic rain her tears stain