Stendhal Quotes

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

I've never had a person come to me and say, 'I want to take down this person.' They come and say, 'I need help. This thing is killing me. It's weighing me down. It's sitting in the pit of my stomach.'

Forgive me. I can no longer live with my nerves.

She was as one who, in madness, was resolute to throw herself from a precipice, but to whom some remnant of sanity remained which forced her to seek those who would save her from herself.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

I could not bounce back from my divorce - emotionally - I just could not bounce back.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

I have had more trouble with myself than with any other man.

All of us know someone who has been through difficult emotional times, and we know how hard it can be to see a way forward.

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

If you're not okay, you might as well not pretend you are, especially since life has a way of holding us down until we utter that magic word: help! That's when angels rush to your side.

Recognizing chronic sadness may encourage someone to reach out to a friend, family member, or counselor rather than concealing the distress.

When we have emotional pain in our lives, we are going to seek to relieve that pain in some way.

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

You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? … You’ve had enough of me, haven’t you? You’re probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods, and I’ve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own, like I just get hysterical, like it’s something I can’t control at all. And I don’t know what to do, and I feel so sorry for you because you don’t know what to do either. And I’m sure you’re going to leave me now.

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

Oh, that's just great. I come all the way back here, risking major brain cell burnout, and you don't even believe me? I'm basically guaranteeing myself a lifetime of heartbreak, and all you have to say is that you think I'm not right in the head?

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.