Yevgeny Zamyatin Quotes

Anxiety is our agitated soul scrambling for control.

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

Everyone has monsters and demons within themselves. They're metaphors for the human condition.

I'm not a tortured soul.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

In other words, it was a struggle with himself. And the product of that struggle: anger, bitterness, resentment, envy or transformation, aspiration, hope, decency..the product of that struggle is the quality of your life and the nature of your soul.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

There's no such thing as mental illness. We're all mentally ill and we're all haunted by something, and some people manage to find a way to ride it out so that they don't wind up needing extra help. So I think that "mental illness," as a term, is garbage. Everybody is in various states of needing to transcend something.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is most often wrecked.

Perspective [is] a luxury when your head [is] constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

I felt like I was a good woman, a good person. But I was sinking deeper and deeper into depression, because my soul wasn't living. I was purposely holding down my soul and my spirit. It was dying inside of me.

I was completely nuts for most of my life.

The only thing you're taking out of here is your spirit and your soul, so we need to be conscious to try and develop that part of ourselves, because we're all spiritual creatures.

People say I am mad. I am not mad. I am trying to heal my soul.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Sometimes I think I'm the craziest person on the planet.

The 12 years I was in Fleetwood Mac before were not particularly happy years. I was not in a very good place, psychologically, when I left. I didn't have a lot of confidence in what I was doing.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

Many people experience Gethsemane moments.

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind.

I've had my share of dark days of the soul. I try not to focus on it too much so it doesn't get to me.

Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.