Bill Callahan Quotes

You know why you hate me so much, Jeffery? Because I look the way you feel.

Resentment is weak and lowers your self-esteem.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

It's not like you make a decision and everything inside you is 100 percent happy.

When you are mad at yourself, you are mad at everybody.

Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.

Anger is energising. The opposite of anger is depression, which is anger turned inward.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

Sometimes, I have played something that psychologically sticks with me, that's opposite of where I am. I guess I have a lot of anger in me.

Being alone with fear can rapidly turn into panic. Being alone with frustration can rapidly turn into anger. Being alone with disappointment can rapid turn into discouragement and, even worse, despair.

If I was in a bad mood, then maybe I won't talk about it, but you're going to know about it somehow. If something was bothering me, maybe I would have acted a little bit like a child, meaning I go break something in a room.

[S]omething inside us, the feeling of resentment, the feeling that wants to get one's own back, must be simply killed. I do not mean that anyone can decide this moment that he will never feel it anymore. That is not how things happen. I mean that every time it bobs its head up, day after day, year after year, all our lives long, we must hit it on the head. It is hard work, but the attempt is not impossible.

She started off, walking fast, as if the speed of her steps could give form to the things she felt.

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

The villains are all parts of me. For years I've been wondering what it would be like if all those negative elements were forced onto the main character's side. I can understand a character with that kind of anger.

Hell is in the here and now. So is Heaven. Quit worrying about hell or dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside us this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone, we tumble straight into the fires of hell.

Shame is the shadow of love.

I get cranky real easily. So the honor of it and the wonder of it all and everything has a hard time overcoming the petty annoyances; I mean, that's simply the reality of being alive, I guess.

I am overrun, infested with a menagerie of desires.

Everything makes me angry, unless it makes me sad.

So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.