Stephen King Quotes

The exhausted mind is obsession's easiest prey.

Pain is the biggest power of love." That's what Wireman says.

Paths cross all the time in this world of our, sometimes in the strangest places.

[L]ife is more than just steering a course around pain.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

The memories: they are the reality.

Now that he wanted to feel like he was having a bad dream, he wasn't. He was having a bad reality, and that was something from which you could not wake.

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

Cat can have kittens in the oven, girl, but that won’t ever make em muffins.

Children think around corners.

A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sat, and it seemed to me they were half embarrassed in all that light, that civilized light.

Fiction is the truth inside a lie.

The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imagination, the world of fiction would be a pretty seedy place. It might not even exist at all.

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed

...and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.

It is completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut—it’s the story undressed, standing up in nothing but its socks and undershorts.

A man who doubts himself shouldn't have to try too hard for too long, not until he's seasoned.

I thought there would be time, but we always think stuff like that, don't we? We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

Get busy living or get busy dying.”― Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka...

This was it, he knew it, was sure of it, this was the door which would take him back—

When certain seeds are planted, they nearly always grow.

Sometimes things work just because you think they work. It's as good a definition of faith as any.

Monsters are real and ghosts are real too they live inside us and sometimes they win.

A kid of your age—any kid—could get hold of matches if she wanted to, burn up the house or whatever. But not many do. Why would they want to?

At the same moment a cold chill traced a finger down the middle of my back. Sometimes things come back to you, that's all. Sometimes they come back.

Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

You lost your innocence when you grew up, all right, everyone knew that, but did you have to lose your hope, as well?

Of course it's heavier, he thought. It's got my grief in it. I pull it along with me everywhere I go, so I do.

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

Frightened people live in their own special hell.

Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

He will be with his friends, and that always feels like coming home.

Do grown men always have to play games? Does everything have to be an excuse for another kind of game? Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

At such times one sees everything and remembers it all. I know from personal experience. I wish I did not.

It was as if the body disdained memory... or refused the responsibility of it.

They were with him, and for that little while the darkness was kind.

His head .. it exploded. As if someone had scooped out his brains and put a hand grenade in his skull.

Go with your bad self.

The word is only a representation of the meaning, even at its best, writing almost always falls short of full meaning.

Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that's different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that's slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.

What our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be

Not everybody believes in ghosts, but I do. Do you know what they are, Trisha?She had shaken her head slowly.Men and women who can't get over their past . . . That's what ghosts are.

What he knows now is that guilt isn’t the only reason people commit suicide. Sometimes you can just get bored with afternoon TV.

When you’re still too young to shave, optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

Nothing lasts forever, ' Richie repeated. He looked up at Bill, and Bill saw tears cut slowly through the dirt on Richie's cheeks.'Except maybe for love, ' Ben said.'And desire, ' Beverly said.

But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.

We're not quite ending where we began, but close enough.Close enough.

... good advice was sometimes easier to give than receive.