Quotes About Mental health

I hadn't slept for seven nights. My mother told me I must have slept, it was impossible not to sleep in all that time, but if I slept, it was with my eyes wide open, for I had followed the green, luminous course of the second hand and the minute hand and the hour hand of the bedside clock through their circles and semi-circles, every night for seven nights, without missing a second, or a minute, or an hour.

A bad dream. To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. A bad dream. I remembered everything.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream

Still, I imagined myself going to some Boston priest--it would have to be Boston, because I didn't want any priest in my home town to know I'd thought of killing myself. Priests were terrible gossips.

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind as coolly as a tree or a flower.

Não teria feito a menor diferença se ela tivesse me dado uma passagem para Europa ou um cruzeiro ao redor do mundo, porque onde quer que eu estivesse - fosse o convés de um navio, um café parisiense ou Bangcoc -, estaria sempre sob a mesma redoma de vidro, sendo lentamente cozida em meu próprio ar viciado.

If Mrs. Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

Y si mi tutora hubiera sabido cuán asustada estaba y cuán seriamente contemplaba posibles soluciones extremas, como el obtener un certificado médico que me declarara incapacitada para el estudio de la Química, en que constara que las fórmulas me mareaban y cosas por el estilo, estoy segura de que no me hubiera escuchado un solo minuto y me habría hecho hacer el curso a pesar de todo.

Lo único que hacía era estudiar demasiado, y nunca sabía cuándo debía detenerme.

But when it cam right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. I t was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.

Where are you going?' I was about to say, 'Back to the asylum', but the man looked promising, so I changed my mind.

To ticho mÄ› deprimovalo. PÃ…â"¢itom to nebylo ticho normálního ticha. Bylo to moje vlastní ticho.

talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever.

I may have had a straight A in physics, but I was panick-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

I hate it, find it hideous, loathsome. I have built it up to a devouring, malicious monster. I am letting it ruin my whole life. My reason is leaving me, and I want to get out of this.

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath.

ÄŒo si myslím, že so mnou nie je v poriadku? Znelo to, akoby v skuto?nosti so mnou bolo vÅ¡etko v poriadku, ako keby som si len myslela, že so mnou nie?o nie je v poriadku.

If Mrs. Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat--on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok--I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air

Mentally I have led a vegetable existence this summer.

and in bed in bed in bed.

I have the choice of being active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

We're all of us ill in one way or another: We call it health when we find no symptom Of illness. Health is a relative term.

There were more problems with solitude than just being horny and bored. If you didn't have anyone to talk to for days on end, you didn't have anyone to let you know whether you were going nuts or not.