Mick Jones Quotes

I'm a creative person who had a lot of dark time in my life. I can still get to it: I can still go to a relationship or a time when things weren't great. But it's getting further and further from me.

My most defining moment was the death of my mother.

The punches that don't knock you out are the ones you feel the most.

After a big defeat, any player feels affected - it is about how long he needs to recover.

There's a lot of wounded people out there who don't believe that there's any way they'll ever be healed from those wounds.

He was afraid that the secrets she'd kept would always be here, inside him, an ugly malignant thing lodged near enough to his heart to upset its rhythm, and though it could be removed, cut out, there would always be scars; bits and pieces of it would remain in his blood, making it wrong somehow, so that if he accidentally sliced his skin open, his blood would--for one heartbeat--flow as black as India ink before it remembered that it should be red.

The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.

Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

The longer we hate, the harder it is to heal us.

Sometimes when we get our ass kicked and we're down, sometimes we stay down, and sometimes we get depressed and sometimes we don't know how to handle it, and sometimes we don't know what's going on, and sometimes we feel like it's not worth going on.

Some things you can shake off, some things dig deeper than soccer.

It was like losing an important weight-bearing bone, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to figure out how to walk the streets without it.

People always remember the worst day of their lifes. It becomes a part of them forever.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss—you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a time. Ask a mother who has just lost a child, How many children do you have? "Four," she will say, "—three," and years later, "Three," she will say, "—four.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

I consider myself a survivor more than anything else.

All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.

Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands.

I don't fall often, but I fall hard. And when you fall hard, it takes a while to get up.

The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the mind and render it morbidly sensitive to the most trifling collision.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

The pain of yesterday is the strength of today.