Ned Vizzini Quotes

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

Depression is rage spread thin.

I went through an extreme depression.

It's interesting to watch people go through it in something like this. I mean, what other then Melancholia films do they portray depression in?

The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark--why not kill myself? Missed the bus--better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie--maybe I shouldn't kill myself.

I can certainly see how people are overcome by depression.

I have a tremendous battle with melancholy and depression.

I'm always on the verge of death in my head.

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

I actually found it very moving how destructive depression is. I was really saddened by this burden people have to handle.

I've suffered from anxiety and a lot of other things.

Anxiety has been a big problem for me, but I think my biggest struggle has been depression.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

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

There are always suicides among people who are unable to say what they mean.

I'm glad that I never ended up killing myself, though I came close more times than I would like to admit.

Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend ... the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.

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

You're dealing with people who are suiciding slowly. You've got to get to the bottom of what is psychologically motivating them to self-destruct.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

For years my life alternated between depression and acute anxiety. One night I woke up in a state of dread and intense fear, more intense than I had ever experienced before. Life seemed meaningless, barren, hostile. It became so unbearable that suddenly the thought came into my mind, I cannot live with myself any longer.

Depression is very bad illness. This will be the toughest fight of my life.

If a scientist were to cut his ear off, no one would take it as evidence of a heightened sensibility.