Lisa Jewell Quotes

I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you: you haven't got long before you are all going to kill yourselves, because you are all crazy. And you can project it back at me, but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you.

What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry within us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror.

There's certainly a side of me that isn't completely... sane. Or completely 'even' all the time. We all have our dark sides.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

I have a scary side of me.

Well, we all have murderous thoughts throughout the day, if not the week.

Such persons are windows through which one looks into terrible worlds.

Wayward Pines, I tell you, is a strange place, and the entry is always the hardest part. I was just going along for the ride.

Sylvia Plath wasn't scared of exploring the darker side of her psyche.

I was a psycho in college.

What's often not acknowledged about depression is how much anger is in it.

There is a dark side of me - it's the side people don't really get to see. I think everyone has that.

If we try to deny the darkness in our souls then we'll become completely dark.

There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity.

I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

Appalling is the soul of a man! Better might one be pushed off into the material spaces beyond the uttermost orbit of our sun, than once feel himself fairly afloat in himself.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

That's what happens if you don't address the darkness in you. You become repressed and depressed and suicidal.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.

Madness, as I understood it from books, meant a person who was open to the high white whine of everything.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light. She did not like the rat. She would neverlike the rat, but she knew what she must do to save her own heart.

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.