Quotes About Depression

Most of the time I can handle the mess I call my life, but in the butt-crack of the night even I get a little depressed

These folks seemed to think leeching the world of all color was cool. I decided they all must be deeply depressed.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

I try to fill the emptiness deep inside me with Cheetos, but I am still depressed. Only now my fingers are stained orange. I am blue. And I am orange.

It's not only the event itself, but the way we explain it to ourselves that causes depression.

Neuroscientists have a biological explanation for why those downward negative-thought spirals happen in the first place. MRIs have shown that every time people think angry thoughts or imagine worst-case scenarios, they send a surge of blood flowing into the brain regions associated with depression and anger—which refuels their depression and anger in a destructive feedback loop.

The most recent global financial crisis reminded the current generation of the lessons that their grandparents had learned in the Great Depression: the self-regulating economy does not always work as well as its proponents would like us to believe.

Grace tears you away in spite of yourself. You cannot do anything for or against it. It doesn't know you. It is absolutely merciless, ready to devour. The infinite is always present but only when this armour, this idea of separation, weakens, does Grace seize you. Most people experience the dark night of the soul as a deep depression, a total void of all sense, all ideas. In this emptiness of meaning and purpose the person is eradicated. This is Grace.

No! I will not calm down! He should be fired. WE should have him fired! You're clearly depressed and he needs to help you. He can't tell you to try harder next time That's sick! SICK!

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

Girl next to me at the baggage counter said she wrote her way to liberation. How did you handle first person narrative, I asked her. And said she knew the hole of depression, had been there. But I am out now, I escaped, I told her. 'You will fall into it again,' she said. Already I was sliding.

And so, when more than 1900 S&L's went belly-up in the Great Depression, Herbert Hoover—and a most willing Congress—created the Federal Home Loan Bank Board to protect depositors in the future.

Medicii numesc aceast? stare depresie. Eu o în?e­leg mai bine ca dezagregare a sistemului de iluzii în virtutea c?ruia înaint?m, f?ptuim, ne agit?m, d?m contur clipei urm?toare ?i zilei de mâine.

But my partner died, and now I detest my work, and I have been blue. More than blue really. I have been in the depths of despair. My grandfather, Fred, who I adored, recently died. It begins to seem to me that life is little more than a series of losses, and as you must know by now, I hate losing. And I suppose I came to Friendship because I no longer wished to be in the place I lived and sometimes I no longer wished to even be in my body.

She asks A.J. about his lifestyle. He answers the question truthfully. "I'm not what you'd call an alcoholic, but I do like to drink until I pass out at least once a week. I smoke occasionally and I subsist on a diet of frozen entrees. I rarely floss. I used to be a long-distance runner, but now I don't exercise at all. I live alone and I lack meaningful personal relationships. Since my wife died, I hate my work, too.

Depressed heartbreak is rarely disruptive or demanding or loudly eccentric. Depressed heartbreak is like taking a step into death while looking like you have remembered how to behave. I think this tells us something about the half-deadness this world [under late capitalism] demands of us. Learning to go through the motions and not hope too much.

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.

Certainty of success leads to boredom, and doubt creates anxiety. Depression results from certain doubt: the assessment that the gap between real and ideal can never be bridged.

But she also knew that he was a man, and men need to feel that they are doing something significant or they wither and fade into depression.

The opposite of play is not work—the opposite of play is depression.

Generally, I'm a pretty positive, but like any other working person, if the jobs aren't coming in, I do get depressed.

It was the most depressing room I'd ever been in: more depressing than whatever room my parents happened to be arguing in, more depressing than my dad's hospital room, more depressing than my room right before I was made to clean it. Beyond the desk and to the left, I could see a hallway, also dark, and a series of doors on either side of it. It was the kind of hallway you see in nightmares.

I suffered from post-natal depression after Rowan was born. I had a healthy, beautiful baby girl and I couldn't look at her. I couldn't hold her, smile at her. All I wanted was to disappear and die.

They could take this away from you, too," I said. "Who take what?" "Government. Shut down the harpy project." "Nahh," she said. "No way. And even if they did, I'd find something else. You don't stop. If you lose a battle, that doesn't mean you stop. You keep fighting, You find other battles. The work to save what's left of nature is endless. You can get really down and depressed. But you can't stop and stand aside and let the wheels keep rolling in the wrong direction.