Jacqueline Carey Quotes

People go through periods when things are dark and cloudy, and they talk dark and cloudy.

It's not the despair, Laura. I can take the despair. It's the hope I can't stand.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

Despair has its own calms.

I'm usually called upon to play the dreary suicidal girl.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.

I have sadness in me. I have anger in me. I have heartbreak in me.

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

I'm always sad.

Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince his soul not to live inside his tiny body anymore, but to slip away and sail to the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very far away.'' -The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.

... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself in a straightjacket, and a drain on the family, murdering your mother in actuality, killing the edifice of love and respect built up over the years in the hearts of other people.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?

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

Well, I did know - but I just wanted the day to pass and the next day to come and then I wanted that one to pass. It was a horrible cycle. I felt so close to having to pack the game in.

I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It's not getting easier; if anything, it's always right on the edge of my skin.

Like everyone else, I've had moments when I've felt that I've been losing my grip.

My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

I'm constantly tortured, and that's why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies.

When you want to die, you at least have a goal. You're aiming for something. It's not a good goal, but at least you want something. And you've got anger and fear, but at least you're feeling something.

Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.

I think the degree of alienation and despair is more universal.

Depression is rage spread thin.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.