All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.
Richard von Krafft-EbingMots clés happiness sadness joy illusion depression breakup depair
The red washing
down the bathtub
can't change the color of the sea
at all.
Mots clés poetry death poem suicide depression
Writing is the best anti-depressant.
Fierce DolanMots clés writing depression muse anti-depressant
You're all trying to figure out what went wrong inside my head. Fucking idiots. You'll never crack the code that's inside my head. You'll never get into my castle. You'll never even get past the gate.
Brent RunyonMots clés madness crazy depression craziness psycho
The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality and my life, as I write this, is vital even when sad. I may wake up sometime next year without my mind again; it is not likely to stick around all the time. Meanwhile, however, I have discovered what I would have to call a soul, a part of myself I could never have imagined until one day, seven years ago, when hell came to pay me a surprise visit. It's a precious discovery. Almost every day I feel momentary flashes of hopelessness and wonder every time whether I am slipping. For a petrifying instant here and there, a lightning-quick flash, I want a car to run me over...I hate these feelings but, but I know that they have driven me to look deeper at life, to find and cling to reasons for living, I cannot find it in me to regret entirely the course my life has taken. Every day, I choose, sometimes gamely, and sometimes against the moment's reason, to be alive. Is that not a rare joy?
Andrew SolomonMots clés life depression
Someday, beyond the clouds and all the world's wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand.
Flavia WeednMots clés life love sadness sorrow moving-on grief depression
I speak gibberish to the civilized world and it replies in kind.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.Mots clés life philosophy civilization depression
There are those who wake up each morning to conquer the day, and then there are those of us who wake up only because we have to. We live in the shadow of every neighborhood. We own little corner stores, live in run-down apartments that get too little light, and walk the same streets day after day. We spend our afternoons gazing lazily out of windows. Somnambulists, all of us. Someone else said it better: we wake to sleep and sleep to wake.
Dinaw MengestuMots clés depression
Listen, Harper. I realize how hard this is for you."
A flash of anger heats up in my chest. She doesn't understand. She can't. If she did, she'd leave me alone instead of trying to force me to talk about this.
Mots clés loss grief depression
They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.
Elizabeth WurtzelMots clés depression
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