Tiffanie DeBartolo Quotes

Did you really want to die?" "No one commits suicide because they want to die." "Then why do they do it?" "Because they want to stop the pain.

Don't waste your time with fear.. Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.

And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

No one commits suicide because they want to die.

Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.

Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.

Has the industry done to music what McDonald’s has done to eating?

... there’s also nothing noble about being fearless. How much do you wanna bet the last man standing in a battle is usually the biggest fool of all?” - Paul Hudson

I'm afraid of everything. Fear of being alone, fear of being hurt, fear of being made a fool of, fear of failure... Still, I think all my fears bleed from one big one.

You can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than re actions.

Isn’t it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it’s dying?

And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.

In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.

Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.

Don't swear off all the fruits just because you ate one bad apple.

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

Talent? That's not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor.

Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.

We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.

Thoughts are king, Trixie, king!

Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.

I just happen to comprehend the low standards of the majority of the music-buying public, and I don’t care how condescending that sounds, it’s true. They always go for the shiny gimmicks. Always.

Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies.

For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn't have.

I'm almost thirty and my day job is folding shirts at the Gap. Have you seen my room? I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.

I didn’t write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.

We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.

Maybe I’m weak for music men. Maybe I’m weak, period. But I couldn’t deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.

He was waiting for something from me. Acknowledgement. Validation. Commiseration, perhaps. I couldn’t even look at him because I was afraid of feeling any more than I already did.

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.

I'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song,” I said. “Like Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?

I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you’re along for the ride.

As usual, no one's ever around when you need them.

Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It's what life's all about.. A search.

The question is one of faith. Faith in my talent. Faith in my decisions. And faith in the idea that the truth, even if it can’t pay my bills, can still set me free.

The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone.

This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies- two ideas that on good days I believe wholeheartedly and on bad days I denounce as a bunch of bull.

I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.

Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.

If you want me you're going to have to come and get me.

Inside every believe, there's a lie.

I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.

I've got my girl and my guitar, and for me that's enough.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules

Tell me what you listen to, and I'll tell you who you are.

Did you really want to die?""No one commits suicide because they want to die.""Then why do they do it?""Because they want to stop the pain.