Explore Quotes by Judith Guest

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.