Suzanne Collins Quotes

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

i laced my shoes with sorrow and walked a weary road dead end streets don't come undone with double knots wing tipped shoes that walk on air through vacant lots

She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

Sadness, irritability, fatigue, and distractedness are among the most common side effects of grief while parenting.

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

Sometimes, when you're really depressed, all you want to do is nothing. All you want to do is lean your head on your arm, and stare into space. Sometimes this can go on for hours. If you're unusually depressed, you may have to change arms.

I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding it's time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.

She felt herself needing more and more sleep. When she awoke in the morning, she thought of when she might lie down again - and when she would sleep. She started going to the movies.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist.

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

I was in L.A. in '08. It was a cold Saturday night. I had spread my phone number out to a score of women and was just indulging this sweet, sad, elegiac, bale loneliness - don't tell me you haven't been there.

I'm just a little bit tired If you know what I mean Don't want to be in a crowd When I can be in a dream.

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

There are days when I should be writing, and I am so tired that I can't. And the fatigue also affects my emotions, making me not even care about writing. There are days when I wake up so angry I can barely speak, and also days when I am so sad.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

Depression is like pushing a car up a hill. It takes all my energy to push the car up the hill. I don't have any energy left to write.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

Depression is melancholy minus its charms - the animation, the fits.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.