Mignon McLaughlin Quotes

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

Unhappiness was my god.

I've written this to keep from crying. But I am crying, only the tears won't come.

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.

You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle.

Do I look like I have anything ?" I asked him, in a reasonable voice. He looked as unnerved as the nurse had. He said, "Sorry," and backed away. I took a step after him. I screamed, "I HAVE NOTHING!" And then I said, in a perfectly calm voice, "See, I never had anything to start with.

They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.

There were moments when I hated everybody I came across, innocent or guilty, and looked at them as thieves who were robbing me of my life with impunity. The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself - but you just can't help it.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

Anger is really disappointed hope.