Matt Bellamy Quotes

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead (suicide note)

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

When a man is hit by Friendly Fire, his blood pressure lowers and his morale sinks. I have been hit by Friendly Fire in my heart. Sighs spill from my body instead of blood.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

I thought that jealousy was an idea. It isn't. It's a pain. But I didn't feel as they do in a Broadway melodrama. I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to die.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

Sorrow eats your heart and courage.

He was making a brave attempt, but Jason could see the sadness lingering in his eyes. Something had happened to him... something to do with Calypso.

It's the emotional punches that you can't see that are just overwhelmingly devastating to your heart - your moral fiber.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter

My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable

My heart is its own grave!

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

I had to quit ballet because it felt like a part of me was dying inside.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

The times in my life when I've been my thinnest, I've been a walking psycho wreck. Forget the fact that I was basically starving myself; skinny was usually due to some kind of loss. Death. Rejection. Divorce.

I had to steel myself against this psychic devastation - to see your father on the street. It's hard enough to pick up somebody you don't know from the streets, and then to actually have other people pick your father up - it was psychically devastating.

For me, what really excites me about my characters and what pushes their core is the kind of dark, sad side of life.

A loss of a great friend is traumatic and emotionally tough.