Are you so unobservant as not to have found out that sanity and happiness are an impossible combination?
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
The reason I became 297 pounds is because that was comfortable. What was very uncomfortable was running. What was very uncomfortable was being on a diet. What was very uncomfortable was trying to face things that I didn't want to face. And I also realized, when I was really big, I had no growth. Why? Because I was living comfortable.
A man's greatest battles are the ones he fights within himself.
I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.
Fear is a hard thing to deal with. I feel it quite strongly. If I think something is important enough, I'll make myself do it in spite of fear. But it can really sap the will. I hate fear, I wish I had it less.
The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.
Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.
The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.
I've lost love. I've tried to reclaim a lost love and didn't know how to do it.
I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain.
Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?
I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.
It’s so difficult to describe [depression] to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
I think writers process their own experiences through the characters and situations they write. So for Batman, I used my own experience of losing a loved one. Grief is a strange place; it's like an altered state. You might sleep too much, so you can see the dead in your dreams.
I don't know of a great artist who did not sacrifice and thereby have to wrestle with the depths of loneliness and sadness.
To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.
I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art.
A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.
The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey.
