Clint CatalystSorrow is humbling. I want my pain to be fabulous. I don't need my pain to be worse than anyone else's; I just want it to be strangely, uniquely mine. Art to someone else's breakdown. – Thea Hillman, "Dear Kath
About This Quote
Sorrow is humbling. I want my pain to be fabulous. I don't need my pain to be worse than anyone else's; I just want it to be strangely, uniquely mine. Art to someone else's breakdown. — Thea Hillman, "Dear Kath
Source: Pills, Thrills, Chills, And Heartache: Adventures In The First Person
Some Similar Quotes
- I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but...
- If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him...
- The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
- Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
- One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
More Quotes By Clint Catalyst
- Sorrow is humbling. I want my pain to be fabulous. I don't need my pain to be worse than anyone else's; I just want it to be strangely, uniquely mine. Art to someone else's breakdown. – Thea Hillman, "Dear Kath
- There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing. I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.
- YOU YOU YOUyour eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edgesa book of myths in which i do not appear.
- ..feel the fierce way desiretourniquets itself around you andclings Clubland South of Market tweak-chic trannies powder their noses frombullet-shaped compacts and flick their forkedtongues like switchblades as they burn the nightdown bleed day to night to day to Mission sidewalks where pythons hidetwenty dollar balloons...
- The movement Of the body is Where poetry Begins