Matt Hardy Quotes

I feel completely alone - it's like melting, I am the structure, and I am also Alain Robert.

If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. My name once meant daughter, grandaughter, friend, sister, beloved. Now those words mean only what their letters spell out; Star in the night sky. Truth in the darkness. I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?

I had a series of mini-breakdowns where the public persona - this thing, this face, this person who writes this music... I would walk past that person in the mirror or listen to that person playing guitar and I didn't know who they were.

'The Night Watch' is a beautiful story about the pains of dealing with what you are.

There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.

Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me me.

I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.

I've had times in my life when I really haven't been able to figure myself out.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

I change a lot. It's not easy to size me up. There are a lot of conflicts inside.

One of the things about incarceration is that you're deprived. You lose all of your identity, and then its given back one day, and you're ill-equipped to actually embrace it and work it.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name.

Ruin still used Reen's voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing...it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she'd never actually seen herself.

Doubt is thought's despair; despair is personality's doubt. . . . Doubt and despair . . . belong to completely different spheres; different sides of the soul are set in motion. . . . Despair is an expression of the total personality, doubt only of thought.

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

I am gay on the outside, especially among my own folk (I count Poles my own); but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness.

I felt like I was literally losing myself as being the joyful, spiritual, passionate, exciting woman that I naturally had been.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

I was becoming the cold, emotionally crippled monster I always wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sure I liked it. But it was too late. The metamorphosis was already well under way.

Later, her first intense, serious love affair, yes then she'd lost something more tangible, if undefinable: her heart? her independence? her control of, definition of, self? That first true loss, the furious bafflement of it. And never again quite so assured, confident.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.