Anne Rice Quotes

I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It's not getting easier; if anything, it's always right on the edge of my skin.

Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

People have pain - they do regrettable things, they feel shame, and shame equals pain.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

Why is there still so much pain and suffering being produced when there's so little demand for it?

There is no doubt that sorrow brings one down in the world. The aristocratic privilege of silence belongs, you soon find out, to only the happy state- or, at least, to the state when pain keeps within bounds.

it is the worst humiliation and grievance of the suffering, that they cause suffering.

The dramatic sufferings of adults and all the cruel fantasies of those of my own age, who seemed abandoned to their own impulses in the midst of so many catastrophes, appeared to inscribe themselves on the walls around me.

Awareness of insanity does not make one any less insane. Awareness of drowning does not make one any less of a drowning person--it only adds the burden of panic

For trash and toys, And grief-engend'ring joys, What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood; What bitter pills, Compos'd of real ills, Men swallow down to purchase one false good!

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

Some troubles no one else should have to endure,especially not those you love.

Guilt is a rope that wears thin.

... the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.

Explanations don't comfort. You won't feel better if you know why. It won't hurt any less.

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

The incessant anxiety and strain of some is a well-nigh incurable form of disease. We are made to exaggerate the importance of what we do; and yet how much is not done by us!

It's the hardest thing in the world to go on being aware of someone else's pain.

I feel as if things are falling apart within me, like so many glass partitions shattering. I walk from place to place in the grip of a fury, needing to act, yet can do nothing about it because any attempt seems doomed in advance. Failure, everywhere failure. Only suicide hovers above me, gleaming and inaccessible.