If you love someone, everything is negotiable. If you don't, everything is a door.— Carrie Fisher
The most inspiring Carrie Fisher quotes to get the best of your day
Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.
Oh! This'll impress you - I'm actually in the Abnormal Psychology textbook.
Obviously my family is so proud. Keep in mind though, I'm a PEZ dispenser and I'm in the abnormal Psychology textbook. Who says you can't have it all?
What I always wanna tell young people now: Pay attention. This isn't gonna happen again.
If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.
No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.
My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.
Bipolar disorder can be a great teacher.
It's a challenge, but it can set you up to be able to do almost anything else in your life.
You know how most illnesses have symptoms you can recognize? Like fever, upset stomach, chills, whatever. Well, with manic depression, it's sexual promiscuity, excessive spending, and substance abuse - and that just sounds like a fantastic weekend in Vegas to me!
I get lots of awards for being mentally ill.
Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I've ever done. Seriously - I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.
You know the bad thing about being a survivor.
.. You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.
The older you get, the easier it is to spot the phonies. And I just think, how unpleasant for them.
From here on out, there's just reality.
I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?
I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.
Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.
I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions
Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower.
Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.
You're only as sick as your secrets. Either it comes out their way or my way. I talk about myself behind my back. And I'm funny about it.
Instant gratification takes too long.
Mania starts off fun, not sleeping for days, keeping company with your brain, which has become a wonderful computer, showing 24 TV channels all about you. That goes horribly wrong after awhile.
It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things. Otherwise, I don't know, I felt very lonely with some of the issues that I had or history that I had. And when I shared about it, I found that others had it, too.
I love the idea of God, but it's not stylistically in keeping with the way I function. I would describe myself as an enthusiastic agnostic who would be happy to be shown that there is a God. I can see that people who believe in God are happier. ... But I doubt.
What worries me is, what if this guy is really the one for me and I just haven't had enough therapy yet for me to be comfortable with having found him.
Here's how men think. Sex, work - and those are reversible, depending on age - sex, work, food, sports and lastly, begrudgingly, relationships. And here's how women think. Relationships, relationships, relationships, work, sex, shopping, weight, food.
I was into pain reduction and mind expansion, but what I've ended up with is pain expansion and mind reduction.
There's no room for demons when you're self-possessed.
My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.
Having waited my entire life to get an award for something, anything.
..I now get awards all the time for being mentally ill. It’s better than being bad at being insane, right? How tragic would it be to be runner-up for Bipolar Woman of the Year?
I always think of Meryl [Streep] for everything now.
There really aren't many actresses around who are truly lucid the way she is.
I'd like to wear my old [cinnamon buns] hairstyle again - but with white hair.
I think that would be funny.
He doesn't move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.
I quote fictional characters, because I'm a fictional character myself!
I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.
The only thing worse than being hurt is everyone knowing that you're hurt.
I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.
I was born imagining myself with an apron on, with pies cooling on the window sill and babies crying upstairs. I thought that all that stuff would somehow anchor me to the planet, that it was the weight I needed to keep from just flying off into space.
I've never been that uncomfortable talking about it.
Things come out [in the media] about me. When it's out, it's someone else's version of what's the matter with me. I want it to be my version of what it is. My recourse is to do my version.
Nobody wants to read about a good-looking happy person.
Until adolescence I thought I had the best mother in the world.
Such a graceful mother. I had this fantasy that I was the wrong daughter.
My father just got out of the Betty Ford Clinic.
He's in his 60s, and this was the first time he ever did anything like that.
I rarely think about my childhood. It's a slippery thing I can't keep hold of for long - it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.
Saying you're an alcoholic and an addict is like saying you're from Los Angeles and from California.
A story a friend told me about being in New York and meeting this Latin-lover kind of guy. They went up to her hotel room, and the guy kind of pounced on her and told her to spread her legs, shouting, "Surrender the pink! Surrender the pink!" That's where it's from.
I think that now most people know someone in their family that is coping with something, but there is still a tremendous amount of shame - that one is still regarded as a defective unit ... if only they would pull up their bootstraps - they are only indulging their emotions, everybody's moody, blah, blah, blah.
Don't you see? We've become smart enough to justify stupid behavior.
Like, 'I'm angry at him and I didn't express it, so I turned my anger inward and now it's depression, so in order to feel good again, what I should do is call him and express my anger.' It's like, if we can make it sound smart enough, we're allowed to do stupid things.
It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things.
Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.
I think of my body as a side effect of my mind.
Sometimes I think all I want to find is a mean guy and make him be nice to me.
Or maybe a nice guy who's a little bit mean to me. But they're usually too nice too soon or too mean too long.