Abbi Glines Quotes

I love stories about people who are smart enough to know that what they're doing is destroying them, but that knowing that doesn't help them.

What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.

No truly conscious human being sabotages himself - it's impossible, because it's contrary to Nature.

To me, any character that is conflicted inside as well as outside of themselves is always a better role to play.

Man has no greater enemy than himself.

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.

People always want to ask me about my drug problem - I never had a drug problem; I had a self-esteem problem!

What feeds me destroys me.

I'm trying to get out of my own way.

I get in my own way a lot. I feel a lot more confident than I... am.

A lot of the music comes out of that conflict of wanting this other thing and feeling guilty about wanting it, and then it guiding me somewhere despite my kicking and screaming.

The bad man is continually at war with, and in opposition to, himself.

He has no worse enemy than himself.

A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

Although every man believes that his decisions and resolutions involve the most multifarious factors, in reality they are mere oscillation between flight and longing.

I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

The tragedy of too many people is that they cannot allow happiness just to be there; they cannot leave it alone. Their sense of who they are and of what their destiny is cannot accommodate happiness. So they are drive to find ways to sabotage it.

I can't do that to myself...

Why do you work so hard to make yourself disliked? I should think you'd find it happens enough on its own without putting yourself to any extra trouble.

...I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters

My biggest enemy is me and even I can't stop me

here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.