Depression Quotes - Page 12

I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.

I think this is what we all want to hear: that we are not alone in hitting the bottom, and that it is possible to come out of that place courageous, beautiful, and strong.

We must read, mediate and affirm the writings of Holy Scriptures, to partake in the divine nature and overcome the struggles of life.

The key to happiness is being happy with who you are and enjoying the life you are living.

You can have all the money in the world, one of the biggest mansions ever built, be one of the most famous people in the world, and still be as unhappy as Mariah Carey was. Money and fame don't make people happy. Only God does. Amen.

First I was decayed, I was putrefied. Kept thinking I could never live on, now that I had died...

Depression, as far as I'm concerned, is just a waste of time.

How hard it is to now believe that these strong, merciless chains of fear and hopelessness, rendering the limbs of my mind motionless, were once innocuous mere threads.”
-Mehul.M

Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

Do you not hear the constant victory,
in the human footrace
of time, slow as fire,
sure, and thick and Herculean
accumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?

This comedy show will end.
The endless streams of tears of a 79 year old woman are now enough for her to wash her swollen feet.

And with that, I’m going to crawl into bed and try to erase all that has happened today.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

I musn't run away.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

Do research. Feed your talent. Research not only wins the war on cliche, it's the key to victory over fear and it's cousin, depression.

All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it? - I don't know.