1,815 Quotes About Mental-illness

This is how our story ends. Once more opposites, magnets, strangers to each other and to ourselves.

I am a weapon. Nothing more. Everything less.

Aren’t we a beautiful disaster?

That’s the watered-down slogan I feed the kids. Easy to remember, to repeat, to market. They squawk it like parrots, because they’re too young to taste bullshit.

She’s the kind of beauty that stops traffic and starts wars.

But if I don’t risk everything, nothing will ever change.

I rise ever higher as I fall ever lower.

How far would you go to save the one you love?

That’s the point of life, isn’t it? To hold on as long as you can, tethered together, then learn to let go? Nothing is permanent. Nothing is final. Only death. The elegy of the void.