Marya Hornbacher Quotes

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.

You get to about 65 or 70 and you lose friends and the world does seem to be an endlessly difficult place and tragic place, so it's more and more difficult for me to find the bright lights.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

Maybe I should quit the business. There's no one left for me to love. Mama's dead. Mr. Burns couldn't care less about me. What's left?

It looked like everything worth living for was gone. The entire country was depressed -- there was no hope.

I was depressed for a year after 'The Pianist,' and I don't suffer from that, generally. It wasn't just a depression; it was a mourning.

And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

I just felt as though I would never be happy again, and as if I had fallen into a big black hole.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn't coming back?

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.

Others would say to me, 'It is only temporary, it will pass, you will get over it,' but of course they had no idea how I felt, although they were certain that they did. Over and over and over I would say to myself, If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

I wish I believed I'd see my parents again, see my wife again. But I know it's not going to happen.

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.

I'm always crying. I get a lump in my throat when I see intimacy between parents and their children.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

With grief, you have reason to despair; it's a human thing.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I envy the dead.

They'll take everything, even your tears.