Anna Petrovna: Do you know what, Kolya? Try and sing, laugh, get angry, as you once did... You stay in, we'll laugh and drink fruit liqueur and we'll drive away your depression in a flash. I'll sing if you like. Or else let's go and sit in the dark in your study as we used to, and you'll tell me about your depression... You have such suffering eyes. I'll look into them and cry, and we'll both feel better.
Anton ChekhovTag: suffering depression eyes consolation
Ivanov: With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!
Anton ChekhovTag: despair spirit depression boredom
Don’t forget:
Ruts aren’t that much different . . .
from graves.
Tag: depression ruts unemployed
Anna Petrovna: Kolya, my dearest, stay at home.
Ivanov: My love, my unhappy darling, I beg you, don't stop me going out in the evenings. It's cruel and unjust on my part, but let me commit that injustice. It's an agony for me at home. As soon as the sun disappears, my spirit begins to be weighed down by depression. What depression! Don't ask why. I myself don't know. I swear by God's truth I don't know. Here I'm in anguish, I go to the Lebedevs and there it's still worse; I return from there and here it's depression again, and so all night... Simply despair!
Tag: despair depression agony
To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.
Peter HellerTag: sadness loneliness grief depression grieving
Her soul died that night under a radiant silver moon in the spring of 1918 on the side of a blood-spattered trench. Around her lay the mangled dead and the dying. Her body was untouched, her heart beat calmly, the blood coursed as ever through her veins. But looking deep into those emotionless eyes one wondered if they had suffered much before the soul had left them. Her face held an expression of resignation, as though she had ceased to hope that the end might come.
Helen Zenna SmithTag: depression ww1 war-story
However, robust evidence shows that people systematically overestimate the probability of positive future contingencies, and underestimate the probability of negative ones — only those who are depressed or dysphoric come to accurate assessments.
Daniel NettleTag: optimism prediction depression
No one realized that, being left out in the cold, I was also very much in the dark.
Deborah CurtisTag: music loneliness depression
I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.
Daniel WoodrellTag: self-knowledge depression hillbilly-noir
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When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.
Henri J.M. NouwenTag: despair depression
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