Depression Quotes

You ask yourself when you’ll learn, and the answer is always, “Tomorrow.

Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.

There isn’t any doubt I’m stuck in stress and depression.

He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always be alone in smiling pain.

I’m sorry about Finch. He was a good, screwed up kid who should have had more help.” “I feel responsible.

A Depressive?' 'Smiles in ballrooms, weeps in bedrooms. Ill in her head.' Olive tapped her temple. 'And here.' She touched her heart.

Habitual excuses for inactivity indicates little or no interest in what one ought to have done.

Alcohol's been keeping depression alive and well for over ten thousand years.

Do human beings have an infinite amount of energy with which to resist death? It is kinder and more accurate to say that they fought until they had no more fight left in them.

The suicidal lead shame-drenched lives.

She liked it dark when her soul felt black

One interesting thing is that a stage is reached when nothing hurts any more. Things cannot become any worse, finally, for the one who is really depressed.

Choose to live...then live through experiences!

My sister wrote letters to the dead and hid them in her bedroom drawers.I wrote imaginary letters in my head to living.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

What we have now, shall never be again. The poets of the past sit in amazement of the wanna-be's of an era long gone.

Professing not to care is a primordial defense mechanism. Whenever a person finds oneself mired in failure and despondency, rebelling is a viable option to preserve false personal pride.

You need to set yourself up for success, too. You need to invest in yourself. You need to stop being a butthead and sabotaging yourself.

Bells ringing with no soundLaughter with no voiceHappiness lost without being foundMaking love with no noise

No one really wants you, they only want the idea of you.

Was there a drain?''No. There was no drain. There isn't one even now'.

Play a Death March for me

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

I remember all the things we said we'd doAnd how not a single thing we said was true

Life crumples me like paper, Tight, smashed, discarded. But crumpled paper soon unfolds, Opening slowly, sharing what was once hidden inside, Allowing my story to be revealed.

Everyone has scars, they just aren’t as visible as yours.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

I can feel everything. And I want to keep feeling everything. Even the painful, awful, terrible things. Because feeling things is what lets us know that we're alive.

I want to figure out how people can go on with their lives when mine has changed so much. I want to relearn how to breathe without carrying this big, empty cave inside me.

You are not walking slow enough, when taking a walk, if you do not come across as bored or depressed (to the average sane person).

I was nothing more to him than a prison sentence, trapping him inside my walls and persecuting him for a crime he was tricked into committing.

Like depression, loneliness arises from unhappiness creating thoughts feeding into the insula, deepening the negative spiral of thoughts and feelings.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

When I have flash backs from PTSD I wish my mind came with a delete key.

I wanted to be dead. No. That's not quite right. I didn't want to be dead, I just didn't want to be alive.

I don't knowwhat I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything gettingin but also not letting anything out.

I want to give you all of me. But will you want all of me when you realize I’m in pieces?

I can't speak anymore, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So many things to say. I wonder if you really want to hear it anyway?Instead, I leave my heavy mind exploding with unfinished thoughts.

Everyday feels the same and yet I crave sameness.Part of me wants to run away and be free.I feel trapped in my life I've created to protect myself.

Are you depressed?What? I don't know. Probably. Isn't everyone?

Sometimes bliss can only be found in the serenity of darkness.

Even a life raft is only supposed to get you from the sinking ship back to land, you were never intended to live in the life raft, to drift years on end, in sight of land but never close enough.

The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow.

Are you depressed?""What? I don't know. Probably. Isn't everyone?

Self-doubt and Depression are the real killers. The other are just pawns.

When you're having a depressive surge painful memories can start to emerge.

There's two of me. The person I carry around like a dead carcass inside of me and the one I show to others.

Live with grace and dignity. It's a middle finger to the darkness