Hank Williams Jr. Quotes

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.

As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell, our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well.

Many people experience Gethsemane moments.

There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

I play a nice crazy lady whose morals are right but who is really foundering.

My life is such a contradiction. My soul yearns for holiness and then runs from the mortification necessary to attain it.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

This is pity,” he thought, and then he lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling is called a virtue.

The heart of a Christian, like the moon, commonly suffers an eclipse when it is at the full, and that by the interposition of the earth.

Nobody can have the consolations of religion or philosophy unless he has first experienced their desolations.

It's a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.

You see, I needed to go to Hell.

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

I lost my eyes In east wind skies Here's where I've cried Where I've tried Where God and the Tendaberry rise Where Quakers and revolutionaries Join for life

Sometimes you can't see your way out. The "dark night of the soul" - it's a reality for many, many people.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a den; and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and as he read, he wept and trembled: and not being able longer to contain, he brake out with a lamentable cry; saying, 'What shall I do?'