Jandy Nelson Quotes

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

I live in my deepest hell and from there I cannot fall any further.

I was in a very dark place for a long time. It's just so hard to have normalcy.

Often when people are diagnosed with a life-changing medical condition, they feel overwhelmed. They feel choked by darkness and hopelessness. Those are times when answers simply do not suffice. That's because answers don't always reach the problem where it hurts: in the gut and in the heart.

It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab's silence wasn't the self imposed silence of those with convictions, of protesters who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all. It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

No one wants to spend too long inside their own darkness.

I think there comes a time in every persons life where they just need to go to the darkest, most dismal place.

I cried like a baby. When no one could see me or hear me. Not because I feared what cancer would do, but because I didn't want the disease. I wanted my life to be normal, which it could no longer be.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

There's a lot of people out here faking a smile on their face like they got it together but inside actually suffering from some sort of traumatic experience, a loss, depressed, fearful, envious or whatever the case may be, but I can feel it.

I was a mess my freshman year of college. I still had so much pain in my heart.

There are always suicides among people who are unable to say what they mean.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

I am half a man, holy Jesus, what a drag.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.