Margaret Cavendish Quotes

Poverty is clearly one source of emotional suffering, but there are others, like loneliness.

If you don't like what you do, you're probably dragging your feet.

I've eaten things that didn't complain this much.

Not being happy really is my fear.

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.

I hate that word dysfunction.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn't that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

The more people have, the less content they seem to be. In America, the cultural expectation that we're to be happy all the time and our children are to be happy all the time is toxic, and I think that really gets in the way of emotional well-being.

Depression is like the worst disease you can get. It's devastating.

Depression is so treacherous - it can be so alluring as well as punishing. After all, it's yours and yours alone - no one else can interfere with it.

OCD is a really serious condition - it's a proper thing. It's not just, 'Oh, you like your pens to be straight'. For me, it would always go in tandem with being unhappy. The unhappier I was, the worse it got.

Anyone can have depression. The illness doesn't care how much you do or don't have.

I just wanted to jump out of my body sometimes and be someone else.

The portrayal of post-traumatic stress disorder and things like that felt really big and important.

The sky was a cold iron-grey, like the underside of a shield. A sharp breeze lifted the hems of skirts and rattled the leaves on the immature trees; a spiteful, chill wind that sought out your weakest places, the nape of your neck and your knees, and which denied you the comfort of dreaming, of retreating a little from reality.

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

Where I grew up in Brooklyn, nobody committed suicide. Everyone was too unhappy.

Suicide: Don't knock it if you ain't tried it.

I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.

Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.

What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship -

She suddenly began to jump up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs. "The arks are after me! The arks are after me! Help me, the arks are after me!" .... "The arks! You don't understand, I have the ring and the arks are after me!" .... (and so the police officer is puzzled long enough for Miriam and Seth to escape)

The neurotic has problems; the psychotic has solutions.