Quotes About Depression

To be depressed is, very simply, to be stopped short in one's life.

I felt suddenly let down. Not depressed, exactly. I can only describe it as that feeling you get when you have to go back to school after a perfect holiday. Reality tugging at you, like a friend you don't really like.

las luces apagadas para evitar verse, tres ciegos reunidos a la hora más triste del día

When I'm not doing something that comes deeply from me, I get bored. When I get bored I get distracted and when I get distracted, I become depressed. It's a natural resistance, and it ensures your integrity.

You know what you have to do to win an Oscar these days? Play a character who's lost an arm, or a leg, or a mother, or a father, or preferably all of the above. Make it miserable and squalid and base, so people will cry their eyes out and call you a genius, but if you inspire people or make them laugh? You're not even under consideration when awards season rolls around. I'm sick of this cultural hegemony of depression.

Separately from short sleep duration, habitual loud snoring is associated with hyperactivity, depression, and inattention. Additionally, habitual snoring has been shown to be a factor in fragmented sleep.

Reading is at the threshold of the spiritual life; it can introduce us to it. It does not constitute it ... There are certain cases of spiritual depression in which reading can become a sort of curative discipline ... reintroducing a lazy mind into the life of the Spirit.

Depression is good at making you think it's not even there and that you are the problem. Depression wants you to think you made a choice to be this way.

Depression steals your ability to feel happy and proud even at the moments you should be happiest and proudest.

Depression lies," said Jenny Lawson . "Because every single time, it says, 'You'll never come out of this again. You are absolutely worthless, your family is better off without you.' And then I remind myself depression lies. Those things are lies.

Only decades later would it dawn on me that normal people who never deal with depression have a sense of self-worth automatically. Just by being a person on the earth, they feel themselves worthy of respect and love and all that other cool stuff.

Depression does its damage and then it hides, covering its tracks, making you think that it is not an illness, that you're just bad and weird.

I didn't know that depression isn't a mood. It's a set of conditions that cause a whole series of thoughts and behaviors to happen over a long period of time, often things that are wildly different from one another.

there is nothing more intoxicating for a depressed person with an alcoholic parent in his past than being told you are loved and wanted.

Depressed people have an urge to make good things into ugly messes to better match their state of mind.

it makes sense when you think about the confluence of puberty hormones, stress from academics and the emergence of primitive appalling forms of dating, depression starts in your junior high.

The body might be expending very little actual energy, but the mind is running a marathon combined with an obstacle course. Are you depressed and find yourself tired all the time? That may be because you do a decathlon every day.

Our own statistics about violence, depression, drug abuse, divorce, and crime indicated that although ours was one of the wealthiest societies in history, it may also be one of the least happy societies. Why would we want others to emulate us?

argued that depression is a terrible word for the affliction. Should be called something like mindstorm. Still, Lucas's intuition told him that mindstorms didn't just show up: they needed something to chew on.

Fella says today, 'Depression is over. I seen a jackrabbit, an' they wasn't nobody after him.' An' another fella says, 'That aint the reason. Can't afford to kill jackrabbits no more. Catch 'em and milk 'em an' turn 'em loose. One you seen prob'ly gone dry.

It is a sad suicidal course our species seems to have taken.

Lucas felt uncommonly depressed and careless. Drunkenness, in a man like August Hay, melts the restraints on cheerfulness. On the contrary with Lucas: he kept up courage consciously. Sap his mind, and the lid was lifted from a cesspool of muddy colors.

She stands by the edge of the bed, baggy in nakedness, and goes off into the bathroom to do her duty. There's that in women repels him: handle themselves like an old envelope. Tubes into tubes, wash away men's dirt—insulting, really. Faucets cry. The more awake he gets the more depressed he is. From deep in the pillow he stares at the horizontal strip of stained-glass church window that shows beneath the window shade. Its childish brightness comes from years away.

The idea that I have to be on the same side of the fence as Dan Quayle is cruelly depressing to me, but the truth is, I believe in family values.