BOJACK HORSEMAN STARTERS.
unassorted taken from several audios & clip compilations.
TRIGGER WARNINGS for mental health issues, alcoholism, suicidality, depression, drug abuse, and various other heavy topics that the show covers.
you'd probably sleep a lot better at night if you just admitted to yourself that you're a selfish coward who just takes whatever he wants and doesn't give a sh*t about who he hurts.
things don't become traditions because they're good, bojack. they become good because they're traditions.
you were born broken; that is your birthright. and now, you can fill your life with projects, books, movies, and little girlfriends; but that won't make you whole.
i don't understand how people live. it's incredible to me that people wake up every morning and say: 'yeah, another day, let's do it.
in the grand scheme of things, we are just tiny specs that will one day be forgotten. so it doesn't matter what we did or how we'll be remembered. the only thing that matters is right now. this moment.
believe it or not, the time's arrow neither stands still nor reverses; it merely matches forward.
there's no such thing as good and bad people. we're all people who do good and lousy things sometimes. all we can do is try not to do bad stuff and more good stuff.
the world is unforgiving enough as it is. the least we can do is find a way to forgive each other and ourselves.
when i almost drowned, i decided i would never again be weaker than water.
there will be times when i will see someone in trouble. you'll want to rush in there and do whatever you can to save them.
but you must stop yourself because there are some people you can't save.
because those people will thrash and struggle and try to take you down with them.
life is just one long, hard kick in the urethra for many people.
sometimes i feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.
that's the problem with life, right? either you know what you want, and then you don't get what you want, or you get what you want, and then you don't know what you want.
my life is a mess right now, and i compulsively take care of other people when i don't know how to take care of myself.
always take every opportunity that comes your way because opportunities are like sneezes from god, and when god sneezes, you can't say god bless you to god. so instead, you have to take the opportunity.
sometimes life's a b*tch, and you keep living.
you can live your whole life like a puzzle, put together from the pieces of different sets.
but at some point, you start to think it's you. you're the piece that doesn't quite fit.
and you spend so long with that feeling that the feeling becomes your home.
and it can be jarring when you discover one day that you suddenly don't feel that way anymore. at first, you don't trust it, but then, gradually, you do.
it's not about being happy; that is the thing. i'm just trying to get through each day.
i can't keep asking myself, 'am i happy?' it just makes me more miserable.
i don't know if i believe in it, real, lasting happiness.
all those perky, well-adjusted people you see in movies and tv shows? i don't think they exist.
you know, sometimes i feel like i was born with a leak, and any goodness i started with just slowly spilt out of me, and now it's all gone. and i'll never get it back in me.
i've had a lot of what i thought were rock bottoms, only to discover another, rockier bottom underneath.
loss is a collaborative art between the people who leave us and those who remain. we dance with the shadows of their absence.
one day, you're going to look around, and you're going to realize that everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. and that is the loneliest feeling in the world.
when i was your age, i got sad a lot. i didn't come from such a great home, but one day, i started running, which seemed to make sense, so i just kept running.
when you get sad, you run straight ahead and keep running forward, no matter what. people in your life will try to hold you back and slow you down, but you don't let them.
don't you stop running, and don't you ever look behind you. there's nothing for you behind you. all that exists is what's ahead.
i'm this close to falling off the deep end. i know i'm smiling right now, but the light inside me is dying.
i need to go take a shower, so i can't tell if i'm crying or not.
loss is a collaborative art between the people who leave us and those who remain. we dance with the shadows of their absence.
settle. because otherwise you're just gonna get older and harder, and more alone.
you're going to do everything you can to fill that hole with friends, your career, and meaningless sex, but the hole doesn't get filled.
i know i'm not the perfect guy. i actually kind of hate myself a lot of the time. but when i'm with you, i don't hate myself.
i like being around you, and i don't know if i ever told you that in so many words, so i'm telling you.
same thing that always happens. you didn't know me, and then you fell in love with me. and now you know me.
everybody deserves to be loved.
one day you're going to look around and realize that everyone loves you, but no one likes you, which is the loneliest feeling in the world.
when you look at someone through rose-coloured glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.
it's so easy for you to love me when everything's good.
it's important that you know i cared. you think i didn't care because i put up walls.
but i cared so much about you. i wanted you to respect me.
i wanted you to love me. i was so afraid that you would know that.
the universe is a cruel, uncaring void. the key to being happy isn't a search for meaning.
it's to keep yourself busy with unimportant nonsense, and eventually, you'll die.
i don't know what to tell you. i'm happy for the first time in my life, and i'm not going to feel bad about it.
it takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see it doesn't have to be that way.
only after you give up everything can you begin to find a way to be happy.
do you ever look up at the stars and feel like they're tiny holes in the sky, sucking out all the oxygen, and suddenly you can't breathe because you're thinking about how small you are and how meaningless it all is?
it is so cruel to let people love you. all you are doing is promising you'll one day break their hearts.
there is no shame in dying for nothing. that's why most people die.
not understanding that you're a horrible person doesn't make you less of a horrible person.
it gets easier. every day it gets a little easier. but you gotta do it every day — that's the hard part. but it does get easier.
fool me once; shame on you. but teach a man to fool me, and i'll be fooled for the rest of my life.
i bought into this idea that i was this thing that couldn't be changed. the main thing i think about is how stupid i am that i didn't do this sooner.
i wasted so many years being miserable because i assumed that was the only way to be.
i don't want to do that anymore.
i understand that feeling of needing to bottle up your guilt and not burden other people with it.
you think you're protecting them from your toxicity. you convince yourself that you're being selfless, but it comes out in other ways and infects everything.
