One swallow does not make a summer,
neither does one fine day;
similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy.
I never want a girl to lose all hope that her life can’t completely turn around, even if she feels that she is at the edge, standing on one foot, and ready to say goodbye.
I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.
In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.
Love is like a piece of chocalate. It's looks and tastes good, but it's dark. What really matters is the inside.
Life is like a game of chess.
To win you have to make a move.
Knowing which move to make comes with IN-SIGHT
and knowledge, and by learning the lessons that are
acculated along the way.
We become each and every piece within the game called life!
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
If you only knew how to respect my heart, I wouldn't have found a reason to let you go.
At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.
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.
But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.
I believe that words are strong, that they can overwhelm what we fear when fear seems more awful than life is good.
What is society but an individual? [...] The ocean is not society; it is individuals. This was how I managed to gain a modicum of freedom from my terror at the illusion of the ocean called the world.
There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.
The core of your
true self
is never lost.
Let go of all the
pretending and
the becoming
you've done just
to belong.
Curl up with your
rawness and come home.
You don't have to
find yourself;
you just have to
let yourself in.
Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.
Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.
It’s a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it’s a depression when you lose your own.
I don't know why we take our worst moods so much more seriously than our best, crediting depression with more clarity than euphoria. We dismiss peak moments and passionate love affairs as an ephemeral chemical buzz, just endorphins or hormones, but accept those 3 a.m. bouts of despair as unsentimental insights into the truth about our lives.
I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.
In our circle, stress was a valuable status marker: I stress, therefore I am.
For years, I worked seven-day weeks, through birthdays and most public holidays, Christmases and New Year’s Eves included. I worked mornings and afternoons, resuming work after dinner. I remember feeling as if life were a protracted exercise in pulling myself out of a well by a rope, and that rope was work.
All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.
I'm not manic-just happy. It has been such a long time since I was happy. Please join me on my magic carpet for now.
Pain, sorrow, anger, these are all powerful emotions. Allowed to rule and left unchecked, they would destroy you. However, through training and willpower you can choose to harness those feelings and use them for something great.
Someday, beyond the clouds and all the world's wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand.
The world can ask you to participate, but it's a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.
In such a person, sadness breeds purpose; finding inspiration in the darkness and often times, I believe, they will impress a hell onto their own lives in order to re-create it, that others might suffer the experience from the comfort of their armchairs. - Quote from Her Past's Present.
If I could make you stay, I would,’ he shouted. ‘If I had to beat you, chain you, starve you - if I could make you stay, I would.’ He turned back into the room; the wind blew his hair. He shook his finger at me, grotesquely playful. ‘One day, perhaps, you will wish I had.
But a whole bottle was what made me feel dead inside. And it worked, all the days stress was gone and I was able to live without the gigantic knot in my stomach. Without the boulders weighing down my shoulders.
I didn't know how I could want things so badly while making it impossible to ever get them.
Anyone who's happy in a world this fucked-up has some serious psychological issues. You think I'm crazy because I see things as they are. You'd rather put on Disneyland goggles and watch TV and pretend it's fine. It's not crazy if I see monsters when I live in a fucking nightmare.
With God as my witness and love as my guide, I did all the best that I could. I'm sorry I wasn't everything you ever wanted. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. If I could only reach the sun and the stars, I would have picked one for you in a heartbeat.
Out of the seven billion people sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew she was lost. Not one of them asked.
If the praise of man elates me and his blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself if I love to be loved more than to love...then I know nothing of Calvary love.
Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole-it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.
I once read in my physics book that the universe begs to be observed, that energy travels and transfers when people pay attention. Maybe that's what love really boils down to-having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you're encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy.
Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock.
They say grief occurs in five stages. First there's denial followed by anger. Then comes bargaining, depression and acceptance. But grief is a merciless master. Just when you think you're free you realize you never stood a chance.
The more you engage in any type of emotion or behavior, the greater your desire for it will become.
If you feel depressed for an hour, you've produced approximately eighteen billion new cells that have more receptors calling out for depressed-type peptides and fewer calling out for feel-good peptides.
Again, all of life presents us with two basic ways to treat events. We can either label them "god for us" or "bad for us." The event is only an event. It's how we treat the event that determines what it becomes in our lives. The event doesn't make that determination- we do.
When you're depressed you retreat and you go into a smaller world. This is why Brighton worked well for the story, because it's a smaller world than London.
In search for love, where love is some Oxytocin,seeking happiness related to Orexin. Sensations of glory, motivation and success, They are all some precious chemicals. Our mind is greedy, and falls into depression when he is no longer satisfied. LIFE IS A DRUG STORE WE ARE ALL JUNKIES.
She was supposed to be happy... why couldn't she just be happy for a few moments? Why couldn't she just forget everything bad going on her life, and just be happy?
I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to take the weight off his heart, that heaviness that dragged him down, into the beyond, making him yearn to be at peace.
If two people who love eachother are soul mates, then there will always be a empty hole in my soul waiting for you..
If two people who love each other Ares soul mates, then there will always be a empty hole in my soul waiting for you..
She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?
The butterflies swirl again in Sera’s stomach. Perhaps they have brought along fireflies too, to light up her soul.
How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?
Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more...
I think most readers would say the same. Most would choose Midori. And the protagonist, of course, chooses her in the end. But some part of him is always in the other world and he cannot abandon it. It’s a part of him, an essential part. All human beings have a sickness in their minds. That space is a part of them.
There was, however, a difference between his mood and that of the rest of the cabinet. They felt desperate; he felt challenged.
When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.
I think I've lost my faith
and I can't stop writing
because I don't know how
much longer I can hold on.
She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface
I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.
Like if Leonardo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles started being all bummed out about everything. How were we going to kick arse if our Leonardo was wearing a black eye-band instead of a blue one?
An intensely gripping narrative...expertly crafted and totally addictive...a must read!
When I need some striking inspiration about deep depression for my new painting, I just need to go to check my bank account...
If you love yourself the most at your happiest moments, there is no reason not to be fond of who you are in the dark.
There was a lot about my life that was crappy, now that I couldn't talk. But if I hadn't gotten drunk that night, if I hadn't gotten in that accident, would I have ever had this moment? Lying there in the sun, holding Sam's hand like time didn't exist and the real world couldn't touch us?
Somehow I didn't think so.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
The first ten million years were the worst," said Marvin, "and the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline.
As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.
Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.
Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.
Understanding the difference between healthy striving and perfectionism is critical to laying down the shield and picking up your life. Research shows that perfectionism hampers success. In fact, it's often the path to depression, anxiety, addiction, and life paralysis.
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