“There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.”— Barbara Kingsolver, amazon.com
“Some friends don't understand this. They don't understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you're wonderful just the way you are. They don't understand that I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficul…”— Elizabeth Wurtzel, amazon.com
“That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.”— Elizabeth Wurtzel, amazon.com
“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”— Laurell K. Hamilton, amazon.com
“I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”— Ned Vizzini, amazon.com
“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”— Sylvia Plath, amazon.com
“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”— Jonathan Safran Foer, amazon.com
“I did become sadder, and sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them.”— Paula Hawkins, amazon.com
“I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that.”— Paula Hawkins, amazon.com
“Hollowness: that I understand. I'm starting to believe that there isn't anything you can do to fix it. That's what I've taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps.”— Paula Hawkins, amazon.com
“I am, I guess, depressed. I guess I've been depressed for about twenty-four years. I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there - hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen within my stunted, childish body - a Libby that's telling me to get up, do something, grow up, move on.”— Gillian Flynn, amazon.com
“They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.”— Gillian Flynn, amazon.com
“I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.”— Elizabeth Gilbert, amazon.com
“The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you in the very quick and…”— John Green, Colin, amazon.com
“I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It felt as if shed taken the part of him that cr…”— John Green, Colin, amazon.com
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being…”— Voltaire, amazon.com
“People fail to understand that tragedy and silence have the exact same address.”— Salmah Hamid, thoughtcatalog.com