Quotes About Depression

Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.

Depression is a Virus, handling it Once, Builds Your Immunity to it.

Awake, arise, and assert yourself, you dreamers of the world. Your star is now in the ascendency. The world depression brought the opportunity you have been waiting for. It taught people humility, tolerance, and open-mindedness. The world is filled with an abundance of OPPORTUNITY which the dreamers of the past never knew.

When mass failure overtakes a nation, such as the 1929 world business depression, the circumstance is in perfect harmony with nature's plan to break up man's habits and give out fresh opportunities.

THE depression was a blessing in disguise. It reduced the whole world to a new starting point that gives everyone a new opportunity.

Nothing as widespread and effective as the depression could possibly be "just a coincidence." Behind the depression was a cause. Nothing ever happens without a cause. In the main, the cause of the depression is traceable directly to the worldwide habit of trying to reap without sowing.

You know how depression hits?' She takes another drag and blows the smoke out slowly. 'It's like an avalanche. No warning. You're just knocked off your feet. You reach for a ledge . . . no ledge. You reach for a branch . . . no branch. You just keep falling. When you hit the bottom, everything around you settles like concrete. You're up to your neck and you can't move. All you can do is wait.

It is also true that developing self-esteem diminishes anxiety and depression.

Just as a healthy immune system does not guarantee that one will never become ill, but makes one less vulnerable to disease and better equipped to overcome it, so a healthy self-esteem does not guarantee that one will never suffer anxiety or depression in the face of life's difficulties, but makes one less susceptible and better equipped to cope, rebound, and transcend.

In short, there has seldom been seen so depressed and sad a figure as this young girl's; and it was hardly possible to help being angry with her, from mere despair of doing anything for her comfort.

It depresses me to look at old frescos, responded the Count; it is a pain, yet not enough of a pain to answer as a penance.

You think that because no one loves you, then you can't love anyone.

When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity.

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here I was, talking to the dead. I finished my first drink. The second was ready.

The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.

I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

It's just that the grape has me down.

I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me.

he still couldn't write or what he wrote didn't work because that tremendous brave optimism that buoyed everybody up so well during the depression just turned to sugar water during good times.

I had read that more people committed suicide on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day than at any other time. The holiday had little or nothing to do with the Birth of Christ, apparently.

I've been so down in the mouth lately that sometimes when I bend over to lace my shoes there are three tongues.

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