Jim Carrey Quotes

We have to say yes to socialism — to the word and everything [...] Medicare for all, ending student debt, a different approach to the war on terror, ending mass incarceration.

My soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.

Я был в депрессии, когда пытался быть Волшебником страны Оз вместо потного парня за занавеской… Все ходят и спрашивают: почему я в депрессии? Потому что ты пытаешься строить из себя кого-то перед миром, но как только ты отпускаешь это, начинают происходить хорошие вещи.

"We're going six thousand miles an hour around the sun and nobody's driving this bitch!" said Gary Busey from the woods, where, for his own reasons, he was halfway up an eighty-foot pine tree.

Life doesn't happen to you. It happens for you.

Imagine if you could actually be that happy? That would be powerful, man. People would be tunneling under the street to avoid you. They'd go "Oh, man — is that happy guy still out there?

It’s Better to Fail at What You Love Than Fail at What You Don’t.

Untold American lives have been ruined by the presidency of Donald Trump. The rule of law is imperiled, our unity has been shattered, the service sector has been obliterated, and major cities are suffering. Black Americans, who have endured half a millennium of wickedness and brutality, now face more injustice and death.

I think we're past the time in history where you have to come out and say, "you know I'm just happy all the time! I'm a joker, I'm a crazy man!" you know kind of thing. I think people understand I can turn that switch on but I'm also a sensitive, normal human being with feelings and I know how to express those too.

Behind every great man there is a woman rolling her eyes.

We had problems like all families but we had a lot of love. I was extremely loved. We always felt we had each other.

when things are really bad
the only thing to do is laugh

He knew factories. No one had fun in factories. They sweltered and slaved, hunched and harried, people reduced to things, manufacturing so much meaningless plastic shit that made no one happy, poisoned the oceans, corrupted the food chain.
The modern world was a burning bus speeding toward a cliff with a maniac at the wheel. And he was not apart, but complicit, a hyperactive child making yuk-yuks in his seat, keeping everyone laughing, distracting them from certain doom.

It doesn't take care of its sick, doesn't care for its poor. Doesn't protect its children. Abandons its veterans and its elderly. America's very God is a fraud, invented by marauding settlers to justify native genocide, a savage deity blessing a savage people, forgiving the napalming of babies in Vietnam, the starvation of five hundred thousand Iraqis in our own lives. And who at this table lost five seconds even thinking about that? No, we drown that out with our positive personal affirmations. We don't even look after our own. The people who work fifteen hours a day doing our makeup, hair, and wardrobe have to invoice the studios six or seven times before they get paid. They beg while someone siphons interest off their money. And whose fucking idea was a fifteen-hour day in the first place?

I wish I could do some really weird stuff for you guys, you know?