Henry Rollins Quotes

Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't.

They’re all over me I smell their beer breath mixed with my sweat I can’t answer all the questions, I can barely think straight Now I’m alone in the room To be hard you must be alone To withstand this shit you must be hard The logic works itself out right in front you Be alone as much as you can If you want to hit like a ton of fire You have to get to the essential number One

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding you head.

I will do to you what you taught me. I will pass my fingers over my scars and read them like Braille and they will tell me what to do.

My love runs deeper than the wounds I inflict upon myself, deeper than the sweat that pours from my body. My love runs deeper than the tears that roll down my face. My hate runs deeper than the wounds I inflict upon myself, deeper than the sweat that pours from my body. My hate runs deeper than the tears that roll down my face.

"The speaker over my head crackled,

"There has been a Bell-Atlantic pager misplaced. If anyone has found it, please make this known to a flight attendant."

It's under my left foot and you're never seeing it again."

You are the reason I don’t want to die all the time
When I am with you life is worth living
Time away from you is strange and full of pain
When I look into your eyes
I can see how life has savaged you
It’s ok if you fall
I will be there to catch you
Anyone that would want to hurt you
Would have to kill me to do it
I will never be able to pound words into lines
To match the velocity of your presence

I think that I’m running from something I heard on the radio That everybody’s working for the weekend When does the weekend start? What comes at the end of the week? The end? Picture a tired dog chasing its tail

The guy who shot him had quite a temper. Homicide had always made sense to him. He would say that there wasn’t a problem in the world that couldn’t be solved by shooting someone in the face. You just had to find the right person. Hell, you didn’t even need to do that. Sometimes just shooting the person next to him was enough.

I’m twenty-three and I sound like I’m fifty-five.

I have felt the muscle pull away from the bone. For a time I was mislead into thinking that I avenge these acts of harm against me. I realized that by living and growing stronger on a diet of scar tissue, I had something better than revenge. I have the best of your bad situation. I am like the roach, the rock, the mountain. I will not die. I will not break. I will not move. Face it. You’ll go to your grave knowing you never had what it took to stop me.

I want to be in love with a woman
One who loved me
One who could show me I could trust her
One who could show me
That I didn’t have to be on my guard all the time

I couldn’t tell if I was being distant to someone, or rude or even hostile. I only know a good night and a bad night. I know that I remember the bad night longer than the good night.

When I am near people, I can't hear the wind. Nights are wasted when spent around others

And so you go out with a girl and you’re driving…

“So what are you reading right now?”

“Well, I’m not much of a reader…”

*screeching car brakes*

“I’M NOT MUCH OF A DINNER BUYER! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!”

“But we’re lost in the stucco sprawl of L.A.”

“I DON’T CARE!”

But every once in a while you meet the one who reads…

“So what are you reading?” he asked (you know, the date killer question)…“So what are you reading?”

“Well I’m right in the middle of a book right now — ”

Oh my god, she’s in the middle of a book. Be still my beating heart.

“So what are you reading?” he asked expectantly, nerves tingling, body aquiver

“Well, I’m in the middle of this Harry Potter b — ”

*screeching car brakes*

“DON’T BE AN ADULT WOMAN WHO READS A FUCKING CHILDREN’S BOOK IN MY CAR, GET THE FUCK OUT!