Chuck Palahniuk Quotes

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

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were felt by the whole human race, there would not be one cheerful face left on earth.

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.

But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

I'm just sittin here trying not to be unhappy.

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 I am pretty much melancholic.

Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.

Anybody singing the blues is in a deep pit yelling for help.

Pathetic

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

I am as miserable as anyone - sometimes.

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

I can't speak for everybody. But I will say that for me, when I've been depressed - and I get depressed. I have irrational bouts of anxiety. I have random FedEx deliveries of despondency. Just like, 'I didn't order this. Oh, well, keep the PJs on, cancel everything you're doing today. It's time to take a sad shower.'

The easiest thing to feel is sadness.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

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

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.