Teri Garr Quotes

It's a rare and precious thing to be close to suffering because our society - in many ways - tells us that suffering is wrong. If it's our own suffering, we try to hide it or isolate ourselves. If others are suffering, we're taught to put them away somewhere so we don't have to see it.

I didn't tell people because I didn't want pity, and I was afraid I wouldn't get work. But others with MS need to know they are not alone. We don't have to be victims.

There has been a lot of self-doubt and unwelcome events in my life.

I have been the person who tries to keep conversation light while talking to someone whose heart has been smashed.

A depressed person is often a person who will push others away. If you are pushed away and pushed away and pushed away, you have to have an enormous amount of inner resources to keep going back.

It's always sad if anybody you know has a personal problem.

When I was a teenager, I battled some severe depression.

I never thought I'd be somebody dealing with anxiety or depression.

There were times in my early 20s where I dealt with some anxiety and depression issues. At that time, it just feels like you're under the water, and you can't get out.

For about three or four years, I was in a lot more physical pain and stress than anybody knew. When I would meet people, I was kind of standoffish. That was because I was in a bit of a funk.

I suffer anxiety and a lot of insecurities, depression and stuff.

I'm just grateful to people who are willing to admit how bad things feel for them.

The reminder that there are people who have worse troubles than you is not an effective pain-killer.

I've definitely had times in my life where I've been depressed and not able to do anything at all.

I try not to think about my life. I have no life. I need therapy.

Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man.

Whenever I have a bad day I just think of these people.

There's no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.

For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldn't. I denied that it had affected me, and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured.

I'm certainly not a perfect mother, but I'm trying to be what my mother wasn't for me. My mother's battled depression, so I understand it now as a parent, some of the things that she must have been going through.

Eating disorders are usually nothing to do with food. Parents need to be with their child to see them through it. All the therapists in the world can't help if the parents aren't present, loving, and proactive.

In some cases, some people do get depressed in the middle of their grief, and they really need to be treated for depression.

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

I love support groups, people talking about their feelings.

I get an abundance of e-mail every day, some say 'dear Richard, can you call my husband, he weighs 400 pounds...' or 'my 14-year-old is 200 pounds...' or 'I just got divorced, no one wants me, I am 500 pounds.' So I pick up the phone and I call people.