Emilie Autumn Quotations

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?

I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.

If you're going to die, then die. If you're going to live, then fight.

I've learned that I work best when I'm entirely naked. The recording process was done that way.

I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.

I was initially signed to a German label a few years ago.

Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

If that happens again someone's gonna get shot.... with an arrow of love!

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.

I've been using Steinberg's Cubase exclusively to record and mix my music since the very beginning of my career. It's no exaggeration to say that Cubase has been my partner in bringing my music and message to the world, and, now, they are helping to bring my story to the world as well, as I record the audiobook of my novel.

We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.

I'm a big stupid history nerd.

History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.

I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

And falling's just another way to fly.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

I was reading everything under the sun from music history to feminist literature to Shakespeare, which is why I'm not a complete idiot at this time.

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me...

Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me... I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

I am personally not a lover of audiobooks in general, and I am indeed one of those people who don't count listening to a book being read by someone else as actually having read that book. It simply is not reading.

If you're going to die, then die. If you are going to live, then fight.

Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.

There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.

EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you.

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street.

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love...

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

Oh, and I certainly don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.

What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

Once upon a time is now.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

Studies show: Intelligent girls are more depressed Because they know What the world is really like Don't think for a beat it makes it better When you sit her down and tell her Everything gonna be all right She knows in society she either is A devil or an angel with no in between She speaks in the third person So she can forget that she's me

And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.

Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops.

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide.

It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.