Depression Quotes
I could’ve quit long ago, but there wouldn’t be nothing to quit to, unless I was ready to commit suicide.
Whenever you get such repulsive and destructive thoughts, always remember that there are more people in this world who love you unconditionally than the years of life you have lived.
But he'll never be fully recognised, because Scots literature these days is all about complaining and moaning and being injured in one's soul.
In politics no permanent friends, no permanent enemies but permanent interest.
I did not want to appear before the world as pathetic, deprssed, and psychologically ill. So I erected a barrier of words and wit around myself, so that nobody could see how needy I really was.
Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.
Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.
I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.
The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can't get away from it. Not ever.
I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here.""Is there something wrong with that?""Absolutely.
Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.
In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.
It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.It made me tired just to think of it.
Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.
I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.
Life is ten percent what you experience and ninety percent how you respond to it.
(...) Since I was a kid.""Which you refer to as 'back when you were happy.'""Right.
Recession is when your neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his.
It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.
...the heart has no tears to give, --it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
People try to say suicide is the most cowardly act a man could ever commit. I don't think that's true at all. What's cowardly is treating a man so badly that he wants to commit suicide.
Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it's hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don't want to climb off of it.
I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action.
Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock.
A sense of humor is the best indicator that you will recover
Maybe all you need to pull you back form the ledge is to know someone would miss you if you fell.
Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance
If you think of something, do it.Plenty of people often think, “I’d like to do this, or that.
Almost everyone is overconfident--except the people who are depressed, and they tend to be realists.
I have deep feelings of depression... What can I do about this?''Snap out of it! Five cents, please.
They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962
I remain someone of little consequence, as if nothing more than dandelion fluff caught on a breeze.
I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and controlled it, whereas the sadness owned her.
I did the only thing I knew how to do: I built my own walls of silence to disguise my desperation and what later came to be recognized and diagnosed as depression.
Gertrude’s remedy for her mood swings was to print up hundreds of black-bordered calling cards embossed with the single word “Woe, ” which she handed out gaily declaring, “Woe is me.
I can feel the hurt. There's something good about it. Mostly it makes me stop remembering.
As to whether the depression will come back, it is every depressive's fear.
