Susan Smith Quotes

Why do I even dare to think I could dream I could imagine I could hope?!

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

I certainly wouldn't say that my life is a disaster, but there have been moments where I've felt like that.

I never will have peace of mind. I'm not constructed that way. Some things in life can be horrible.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

Of course there are times when I think, 'I'd be better out of this.'

Honestly, I'm so sick of myself.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

Reality continues to ruin my life.

When it comes to being confused about what to do about life, that's been me and will always be me.

The darkest moments for me weren't necessarily winding up in the hospital or anything like that. It was those quiet moments alone when I just hated the person I had become.

My character in 'La Haine,' he's not bad; he's unhappy, and usually, people are like that. Most of us are angry.

80% of everything I've experienced since the Verve has been depressing.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

I am plagued by doubts.

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

But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable? Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.