Depressive Quotes

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Joseph Conrad
“He did not care what the end would be, and in his lucid moments overvalued his indifference. The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dullness of exhausted emotion.”
Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

Ruby Wax
“It's an unfortunate word, 'depression', because the illness has nothing to do with feeling sad, sadness is on the human palette. Depression is a whole other beast. It's when your old personality has left town and been replaced by a block of cement with black tar oozing through your veins and mind. This is when you can't decide whether to get a manicure or jump off a cliff. It's all the same. When I was institutionalised I sat on a chair unable to move for three months, frozen in fear. To take a shower was inconceivable. What made it tolerable was while I was inside, I found my tribe - my people. They understood and unlike those who don't suffer, never get bored of you asking if it will ever go away? They can talk medication all hours, day and night; heaven to my ears.”
Ruby Wax

Kenneth Oppel
“I turned around and headed back to the stairwell, planning to go downstairs and buy a chocolate bar from the vending machine. Maybe it would fall on me and end my misery.”
Kenneth Oppel, Half Brother

“There will always be a down but also always an up, your moods depends on wich of the two you pay the most attention to.”

Arthur Schopenhauer
“Life presents itself as a continual deception, in small matters as well as in great. If it has promised, it does not keep its word, unless to show how little desirable the desired object was; hence we are deluded now by hope, now by what was hoped for. If it has given, it did so in order to take. The enchantment of distance shows us paradises that vanish like optical illusions, when we have allowed ourselves to be fooled by them. Accordingly, happiness lies always in the future, or else in the past, and the present may be compared to a small dark cloud driven by the wind over the sunny plain; in front of and behind the cloud everything is bright, only it itself always casts a shadow. Consequently, the present is always inadequate, but the future is uncertain, and the past irrecoverable.”
Arthur Schopenhauer

“Not wanting the girls to endure the shame of a crazy mother, I spent my days acting as normal as possible. I walked through life, an actor in a Leave it to Beaver episode, determined to disguise all clues of my real condition until... well, until I could find an appropriate moment to do away with myself." [...]

"Yet even as my depression spiraled into ever more precarious territory, I retained an uncanny ability to disguise my true mental condition from everyone except Tom. He was my sole source of strength and he never stopped encouraging me.”
Suzie Burke, Wholeness: My Healing Journey from Ritual Abuse

John Fowles
“Как-то он показал мне сосуд. Называется морилка. Усыплять
бабочек. Вот я и сижу в такой морилке. Бьюсь крыльями о стекло. Оттого, что
оно прозрачно, мне кажется, что побег возможен. Что есть надежда. Только это
всего лишь иллюзия.”
John Fowles, The Collector

Sergei Dovlatov
“Stop thinking. I've stopped some 15 years ago. Otherwise, if you will be thinking you won't want to live. Everyone who thinks is unhappy.”
Sergei Dovlatov

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Which gate to enter? Which path to choose? Which stairs to take? Which direction to go? These questions can be very depressive! And sometimes the solution lies in being bold, in being imprudent!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Livin Derevel
“Il fatto è che è difficile rigare dritto quando sai che dalla vita non avrai niente anche se ti impegni.”
Livin Derevel, La comunione col tutto

Sandra Newman
“At last he had risen to hold forth tragically about the misfortune that it was to be alive.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

“Why look at the ground when you can stare at the stars?”
Giovannie de Sadeleer

Abby Wambach
“With each passing day soccer carves a larger scoop of my life. I love it for what it gives me: praise, affection, and, above all, attention. When I'm on the field I don't have to plead to be noticed, either silently or aloud; it is a natural by-product of my talent. I loathe it for the same reason, terrified that soccer is the only worthwile thing about me, that stripping it from my identity might make me disappear. My future teammate and friend Mia Hamm will one day offer this advice: "Somewhere behind the athlete you've become and the hours of practice and the coaches who have pushed you is a little girl who fell in love with the game and never looked back... play for her."

I am not, and never will be, that little girl. Already I know I'm incapable of falling in love with the game itself--only with the validation that comes from mastering it, from bending it to my will.”
Abby Wambach, Forward: A Memoir