Under peaceful conditions a warlike man sets upon himself.
The line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
I'm battling with myself and every day it's a war.
Pain s the truth of art. Art is not a hobby or a pastime. It is the result of an internal battle royal, one between the quest for safety and the desire to matter.
To live is - to war with trolls In the holds of the heart and mind
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
A vice in the heart is an idol on the altar.
You have an evil twin who is always with you. He is called your ego.
But since the world, which thou art to strive against, is not without thee, but within thee, it follows, that it is also to be conquered not without, but within thee.
I have never met a man who has given me as much trouble as myself.
Half of my heart's got a real good imagination, half of my heart's got you. . .Half of my hearts got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart won't do.
Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.
Doing battle with themselves that way, every day, all the time and sometimes it sucks, but other times it results in people making sort of a dream comprehensible to someone else.
The mind and heart is the field upon which war is waged within us. If we can stop that internal fear-based battle, then those outside of us will be affected as well.
Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?
The greatest evil that one has to fight constantly, every minute of the day until one dies, is the worst part of oneself.
I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.
It's me who is my enemy Me who beats me up Me who makes the monsters Me who strips my confidence.
A dynamic struggle goes on within a person between what he or she consciously thinks on the one hand and, on the other, some insight, some perspective that is struggling to be born.
Guilt can make you doubt yourself at the very moment when you need to proceed with certainty.
On a daily basis, I have to fight the internal battle to keep my priorities straight.
No matter how much you try to pretend and force yourself and maybe fight against love and try to forget or be oblivious to it, there's no way to fight it. I think when it's there, it's there.
Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.
We have allowed brain thinking to develop and dominate our lives. As a consequence, we are at war within ourselves. The brain desiring things which the body does not want, and the body desiring things which the brain does not allow; the brain giving directions which the body will not follow, and the body giving impulses which the brain cannot
My principal anguish, and the wellspring of all my joys and sorrows, has been the incessant merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
