Klaus Kinski Quotes

That is what chills your spine when you read an account of a suicide: not the frail corpse hanging from the window bars but what happened inside that heart immediately before.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead (suicide note)

I am a broken person.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

Desire, despair, desire. So many monsters.

Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.

To have your heart in pieces while every other aspect of your life couldn't go better is a traumatic experience. In appearance, life is fine. But as you put your day in focus, everything turns grey. What happened made me realise that complete, absolute happiness doesn't exist.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

I thought that jealousy was an idea. It isn't. It's a pain. But I didn't feel as they do in a Broadway melodrama. I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to die.

Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.

Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.

When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me." "You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.

I am the self-consumer of my woes.

It's not the despair, Laura. I can take the despair. It's the hope I can't stand.