I'm really quite bipolar, and the depressed times, when everything felt like night, sometimes you get to such a low point that you physically beat at it until it bleeds - as you would say - bleeds till sunshine.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.
The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.
No one can make me cry Make me laugh Make me smile Or drive me mad like she does
I think the mixture of pressure and elation after winning the world title took some getting used to and that impacted on my personal life big-time.
Do I perform sometimes in a manic style? Yes. Am I manic all the time? No. Do I get sad? Oh yeah. Does it hit me hard? Oh yeah.
There are people you are madly in love with and thought you could never live without, and suddenly you break up and think, 'What was I thinking?'.
I go through ups and downs in the psyche all the time, and then once you start moving again, it's amazing how you can always bounce back. You get, like, in a low rut, and you think, 'This is it; my life is a train wreck.' And then you bounce back again.
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.
Our life is...a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
I've been to many funerals of funny people, and they're some of the funniest days you'll ever have, because the emotions run high.
It's a manic-depressive life. You run in here, you open your incubator, your experiment makes no sense, you think, 'I hate this job.' Then ten minutes later you think, 'Well, now, maybe I'll try this or I'll try that.' You do it because you know there will be an 'a-ha!' day.
Romantic films are not a genre I would choose.
It's frightening and exhilarating. It's like combat. Look at the metaphors: You kill when it works; you die when it doesn't.
There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.
I found the experience of falling in love or being in love was a death: a death of everything. You kind of watch yourself die in a wonderful way, and you experience for the briefest moment - if you see yourself for a moment through their eyes - everything you believed about yourself gone. In a death-and-rebirth sense.
And I always think of life like a giant wave. You know, it rises and it crests and it flies, and it's just magnificent, and then it crashes. And for a lot of people, when it crashes, that's the end, and they go down the deep, dark hole of depression.
Emotions kick up. You try not to kick things up, but you go through things you can't help.
We think of first love as sweet and valuable, a blessed if hazardous condition.
I've been through heartbreak and uncertainty and giddy crushes and everything. We all have.
It's a very, very exciting time, but you can't help thinking or not quite knowing how it's seen from the outside. You're constantly in a state of terror or regret, not quite knowing how things are going to pan out, or whether you've made the right decisions. But, maybe that's just what it's like. Maybe that's just the life of it.
A good love story always keeps the pot boiling.
Football is like that - sometimes you have good times, sometimes you have bad times.
