Lou Reed Quotes

When you talk about people being haunted or wrestling demons, that is a rich metaphor.

Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

It wasn't so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me.

I can't lie, I did a lot of really, really stupid things, and it was because it was my way of crying for help.

A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.

The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts

A man who works evil against another works it really against himself, and bad advice is worst for the one who devised it

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

I much condole with you on your late loss... pains and diseases of the mind are only cured by Forgetfulness;--Reason but skins the wound, which is perpetually liable to fester again.

Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.

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

The facts of his existence are plain. I know that he will never silence those unspeakable voices. He heard how people killed, and how they died and their voices infected him, coursed through his body, poisoned him. He didn't know how to turn off the noise, or turn the hate back out onto the world like the rest of us. He turned it on himself. You could see that from the scars on him.

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.

Injuries come only from the heart.

The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the mind and render it morbidly sensitive to the most trifling collision.

Your emotional capacity is an empty motor, and your values are the fuel with which your mind fills it. If you choose a mix of contradictions, it will clog your motor, corrode your transmission and wreck you on your first attempt to move with a machine which you, the driver, have corrupted.

The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people.

Hate hurts the hater more'n the hated.