Jakob Dylan Quotes

Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

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

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

I was adopted into this incredible home, a loving, positive environment, yet I had this yearning, this kind of darkness that was also inside me.

I can be going through nothing, but within me, in my head, oh my God! It can be a circus.

I've always had this term 'mad season' in my head.

In Paris on a chilling evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggle with the disorder in my mind - a struggle which had engaged me for several months - might have a fatal outcome.

Every soul is a battlefield.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

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.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

Modern science knows much about such conflicts. We call the mental state that engenders it "ambivalence": a collision between thought and feeling.

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

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.

One really ought to be afraid of self-torture. But it tempted me. It begged. The dark place that my mind was fast becoming blends, in my memory, with the dark womb of church: the chant, the fugue of prayer, the strange erotic energy that carving a very small cross into my thigh with a nail had brought.

All these screams All these voices in my head

I had my eyes closed in the dark, I sighed a million sighs, I told a million lies, to myself, to myself.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.