Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes

I think the main thing I remembered throughout all of filming it was just that she just was extremely self-destructive. I think everybody can relate to that a little bit. She doesn't like herself.

Clearly, I'm drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

We all have our inner demons.

My demons and I are not compatible. We never have been and never will be.

There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bear only unhappiness if allowed to grow.

We've all got darkness inside us. And I've got quite a lot of darkness.

You know, we all have our inner demons. I, for one - I can't speak for you, but I'm on the verge of moral collapse at any time. It can happen by the end of the show.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

Everyone has monsters and demons within themselves. They're metaphors for the human condition.

I am always fascinated by the mental struggles that people and characters have.

Fighting the ongoing war in your day-to-day life, everybody has their battle going on that nobody else knows about.

We all - if we are honest with ourselves, we all have these dark spaces within our souls that we don't always want to talk about or acknowledge.

Everyone is battling something emotional behind closed doors - that's life.

I may not be the devil, but I know just how he feels.

I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are face-to-face with our worst times. The demon is us!

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

In vain do we seek tranquility in the desert; temptations are always with us; our passions, represented by the demons, never let us alone: those monsters created by the heart, those illusions produced by the mind, those vain specters that are our errors and our lies always appear before us to seduce us; they attack us even in our fasting or our mortifications, in other words, in our very strength.

O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.