Voltaire Quotes

Just remember when you think you're free, the crack in your heart is me.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

You would love the way he sees you. He uses you as a weapon against himself and not merely because you did

We are the breakers of our own hearts

What I was concerned about when I wrote the 'Downward Spiral' record was being a self-centred destructive force. The point was tearing down everything in a search for something else.

No one consciously wants to destroy themselves. It always comes in a disguise. But then you have to deal with it some way.

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

When you're at war with yourself, you will go under.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.

Ten thousand million nightmares, temptation by the score, I used to get so high, and still I wanted more. You think my time is wasted in search of who I am, I tried so hard to kill the boy inside the man.

Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you.

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

Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

"It almost always happens that people enjoy a few moments and then afterwards feel very guilty. The guilt arises because of the ego. The ego starts torturing them, "What are you doing? Have you decided to kill me? And I am your only treasure. Killing me? You will be destroyed. Killing me is destroying yourself."

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

Anger punishes the bearer's heart. Who remains angry suffers most. For many, the search for perfection virtually guarantees it will be found, and disregarded in order to continue the search. Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.