4,044 Quotes About Depression

I’m going to follow this invisible red thread until I find myself again… until I finally figure out… who I’m meant to be.

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as it is a violent end and I know the real work hasn’t even started yet.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.

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.

The difference between a conventional counsellor and an empowerment counsellor is that a conventional therapist will allow you to dwell in your pit of misery for months, years and possibly even decades; whereas an empowerment counsellor will challenge you to recognise that your past pains and seemingly negative experiences are the very key to accessing your greatest self.

He was fucking sad. That's it. That's the point. He knows life is never going to get any different for him. That there's no fixing him. It's always going to be the same monotonous depressing bullshit. Boring, sad, boring, sad. He just wants it to be over.

But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.

Wehe dem, der zusehen und sagen könnte: die Törin!Hätte sie gewartet, hätte sie die Zeit wirken lassen, die Verzweiflung würde sich schon gelegt, es würde sich schon ein anderer sie zu trösten vorgefunden haben. - Das ist eben, als wenn einer sagte: der Tor, stirbt am Fieber! Hätte er gewartet, bis seine Kräfte sich erholt, seine Säfte sich verbessert, der Tumult seines Blutes sich gelegt hätten: alles wäre gut gegangen, und er lebte bis auf den heutigen Tag!