Quotes about depression
depression stars writing
Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. Sylvia Plath
depression night sirens
Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens. Sylvia Plath
depression crazy insane
When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was. Sylvia Plath
depression home cutting
You have lost all delight in life. Ahead is a large array of blind alleys. You are half-deliberately, half-desperately cutting off your grip on creative life. You are becoming a neuter machine. You cannot love, even if you knew how to begin to love. Every thought is a devil, a hell-if you could do a lot of things over again, ah, how differently you would do them! You want to go home, back to the womb. You watch the world bang door after door in your face, numbly, bitterly. You have forgotten the secret you knew, once, ah, once, of being joyous, of laughing, of opening doors. Sylvia Plath
depression yesterday vision
A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use. Sylvia Plath
depression running two
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. Sylvia Plath
depression air paris
because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. Sylvia Plath
depression silence feminism
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. Sylvia Plath
depression taken eye
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. Sylvia Plath
depression depressing sadness
Depression is the inability to construct a future. Rollo May
depression ideas creating
If you do not express your own original ideas, if you do not listen to your own being, you will have betrayed yourself. Rollo May
depression people needs
I want to help people with depression understand that there is hope, so that they can get the help they need to live rich, fulfilling lives. Tom Bosley
depression mean mad
And of course you are mad, if by a madman we mean a mind that questions and rejects every civilized norm. Stephen Fry
depression giving tears
Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me. Stephen Fry
depression mind dying
As I say I don't want to kill myself, I just wouldn't mind dying. Stephen Fry
depression may
I may have looked happy but inside I was hopelessly depressed. Stephen Fry
depression being-depressed lethargy
It's hard to be a friend to someone who's depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do. Stephen Fry
depression wall black
There comes a time when the blankness of the future is just so extreme, it's like such a black wall of nothingness. Not of bad things like a cave full of monsters and so, you're afraid of entering it. It's just nothingness, the void, emptiness and it is just horrible. It's like contemplating a future-less future and so you just want to step out of it. The monstrosity of being alive overwhelms you. Stephen Fry