Leo Buscaglia Quotes

I think that there are cancers of the body, but I think they are what I would call cancer of the emotional system, too. These are the kind of diseases or illnesses or sicknesses of the emotional system that are as incurable as cancer.

Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering.

The awareness of the damage done by severe mental illness—to the individual himself and to others—and fears that it may return again play a decisive role in many suicides

I think women go crazy for a reason. It's not like it just happens.

In so far as the mind is stronger than the body, so are the ills contracted by the mind more severe than those contracted by the body.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

This tendency to avoid problems and the emotional suffering inherent in them is the primary basis of all human mental illness

Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend ... the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.

Depression is the most extreme form of vanity.

The psychological trauma of losing a job can be as great as the trauma of a divorce. It creates a lot of anger and emotional hardship. People may become quite depressed.

Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.

I'm alright, nobody worry about me. Why you gotta gimme a fight? Can't you just let it be.

Worry itself is one of the most painful conditions.

I'm afraid you can't create tragedy out of abnormal psychology.

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

But day after day of depression, the kind that doesn’t seem to merit carting me off to a hospital but allows me to sit here on this stoop in summer camp as if I were normal, day after day wearing down everybody who gets near me. My behavior seems, somehow, not acute enough for them to know what to do with me, though I’m just enough of a mess to be driving everyone around me crazy.

loneliness has its own needs!

It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.

If I were a lame only just for a week. I'd look at myself in the mirror and shoot the first thing I see.

A child of broken mind, the fear that I hide behind.

I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries.

I am, emphatically. Mental illness triggered by xperimental error.

Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is most often wrecked.