Yolanda Hadid Quotes

I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.

Some of the people who look the most normal are probably the maddest people trying to look normal.

I've always been full of nervous energy, but I'm not really as happy as I seem.

People see me laughing and telling jokes, but they had no idea after the show was over, I had no joy in my life, in my heart.

Generally speaking, talk to any stand-up comedian, the people in this world who are the brightest and have the biggest smile often are struggling with a lot of things under the surface.

I know a lot of people who are depressed, and they walk around, and they're smiling every day, but no one's asking them how they're really doing.

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

While I was girl of the year and superstar and all that crap, everything I did was really...motivated by psychological disturbance.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

Dying on the inside, but outside you're looking fearless

I may have looked happy but inside I was hopelessly depressed.

Craving that old sweet oneness yet dreading engulfment, wishing to be our mother's and yet be our own, we stormily swing from mood to mood, advancing and retreating-the quintessential model of two-mindedness.

He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender.

Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope in my hand, I carried a message. I came to the puddle. I could not cross it. Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell. I was blown like a feather. I was wafted down tunnels. Then very gingerly, I pushed my foot across. I laid my hand against a brick wall. I returned very painfully, drawing myself back into my body over the grey, cadaverous space of the puddle. This is life then to which I am committed.

Sometimes seeming happy can be self-destructive even when you're sane.

Inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.