Quotes on Depression

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

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.

Depression isn't just being a bit sad. It's feeling nothing. It's not wanting to be alive anymore.

One of my worries about America is the epidemic of depression we've been in. One of the possibilities about that is that the 'I' gets bigger and bigger, and the 'we' gets smaller and smaller.

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.

Your grandparents came of age in the Great Depression, when everyday life was about deprivation and sacrifice, when the economic conditions of the time were so grave and so unrelenting it would have been easy enough for the American dream to fade away.

Among writers, if you don't have a therapist, it's like saying you don't keep a journal or use the thesaurus. It's a natural accompaniment.

A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him. And the things the young man says are very rarely poetry.

The iron bolt...mysteriously fastens the door of hope and holds our spirits in a gloomy prison.

A positive attitude gives you power over your circumstances instead of your circumstances having power over you.

And all that weirdness isn't just going on outside. It's in you too, right now, growing in the dark like magic mushrooms. Call it the Thing in the Cellar. Call it the Blow Lunch Factor. Call it the Loony Tunes File. I think of it as my private dinosaur, huge, slimy, and mindless, stumbling around in the stinking swamp of my subconscious, never finding a tar pit big enough to hold it.

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.

... he preferred his own madness, to the regular sanity. He rejoiced in his own madness, he was free. He did not want that old sanity of the world, which was become so repulsive. He rejoiced in the new-found world of his madness. It was so fresh and delicate and so satisfying.

Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.

Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Work is always an antidote to depression.

Our object in the construction of the state is the greatest happiness of the whole, and not that of any one class.

Depression is a prison where you are both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer.

The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed, but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses, near paralysis, psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately, the body is affected and feels sapped, drained.