Albert Camus Quotes

If I had any decency, I'd be dead. Most of my friends are.

Do I wish I had never endured postpartum depression? Absolutely. But to deny the experience is to deny who I am.

I've always turned my anger inwards towards self-destruction.

We've all got darkness inside us. And I've got quite a lot of darkness.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

I wake up some mornings hating me too.

I am a melancholy type of person.

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.

I'm going to have my moody times.

There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.

I used to write out of angst. My writing was quite miserable, quite angry, even when it was funny. It was based on this sadness and tired emotional disdain for the world.

I try to focus on using my energy to change things, but there are times when I feel so bad.

Sometimes I feel evil!

We all have dark shadows in our self that come out every now and then.

Did I pray for death? I did one time. I wanted to die so badly. And I didn't want to die. I wanted to rest, you know. And I knew the only rest I would find is in death.

I have a very high frequency of anger, and a very high frequency of sadness.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.

Whenever one finds oneself inclined to bitterness, it is a sign of emotional failure.

You're heading for a breakdown. Why don't you pull yourself to pieces?

Doubt, not self-reflection, comes from a destructive energy, and when it rears its head, I talk to it like a lunatic.

It was just terrible! And the worst part was, I knew what a bore I was being, I knew how I was depressing people, or even hurting their feelings- but I just couldn't stop! I just could not stop picking!

One of the things that often gets lost in discussions of depression is that you know it's ridiculous. You know it's ridiculous while you're experiencing it. You know that most people manage to listen to their messages, and eat lunch, and organise themselves to take a shower and go out the front door, and that it's not a big deal. And yet you are nonetheless in its grip and you are unable to figure out any way around it.

It's just a relief, really. I'm scared to die, but I want to die.