Ludwig Wittgenstein Quotes

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

I didnt like being reminded about how self-absorbed i was. I wanted to be over this, done with this. I didnt want to live in a broken world or a broken me. I wasnt trying to weasel out of anything. I just wasnt in the mood of being on the earth that night. I get like that sometimes when it rains, or when i see certain sad movies.

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

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

Living, it's awful for me.

Everybody has unhappiness.

If an intelligent, educated, and healthy man begins to complain of his lot and go down-hill, there is nothing for him to do but to go on down until he reaches the bottom--there is no hope for him. Where could my salvation come from? How can I save myself? I cannot drink, because it makes my head ache. I never could write bad poetry. I cannot pray for strength and see anything lofty in the languor of my soul. Laziness is laziness and weakness weakness. I can find no other names for them. I am lost, I am lost; there is no doubt of that.

And Levin, a happy father and a man in perfect health, was several times so near suicide that he hid the cord, lest he be tempted to hang himself, and was afraid to go out with his gun, for fear of shooting himself. But Levin did not shoot himself, and did not hang himself; he went on living.

Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.

The capital-T Truth is about life before death. It is about making it to 30, or maybe 50, without wanting to shoot yourself in the head.

Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

I've been horribly depressed (lately), which, as you know, can be terribly time-consuming. I mean, if you're going to do it right, that is.

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

Others would say to me, 'It is only temporary, it will pass, you will get over it,' but of course they had no idea how I felt, although they were certain that they did. Over and over and over I would say to myself, If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

I've definitely had times in my life where I've been depressed and not able to do anything at all.

I think every human being has a level of melancholy in life and in general.

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.

People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It's hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.