Miranda July Quotes

I have no idea where my pathetic nature comes from. If I thought about it too long, it would depress me.

The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing and terrible, paralysing depression.

There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bear only unhappiness if allowed to grow.

From January to December of 2019, I crumbled, to be real, and I think by the end of 2019 I had beaten myself up in every possible way to the point where I wasn't even a person. I was fully at rock bottom.

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

It was such a depressing time. I didn't look very depressed, maybe, but it was really dire. I made a conscious decision not to stop, but it could have gone the other way.

I'm not always depressed: only when I think and feel.

Modern man is probably a more humiliated and depressed creature than he dares to know.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

If I were sufficiently romantic I suppose I'd have killed myself long ago just to make people talk about me. I haven't even got the conviction to make a successful drunkard.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

Depression is rage spread thin.

It wasn't so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me.

I know so many people who are eaten up by regret. It manifests itself in so many ways. They either become mentally a bit off, or they get very fat, or they are just horribly depressed.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

Yes, I suffer terribly from depression. I have to work at being happy, it's not my natural instinct. My natural instinct is, if something wonderful happens, to throw water in my own face.

I have a pathological fear of being on my own. When I'm with my own thoughts, I start to unravel myself, and I start to think really dark thoughts, self-destructive thoughts.

Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.

There was a time where I was really confused about who I was and what I was doing, and I was just kind of depressed.

I think 'BoJack' is definitely very much about kind of the burdens of being comfortable.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

I found a very diabolical way of making myself suffer - not in the same way [my mother ] was suffering but to prevent me from enjoying my own life.