Paulo Coelho Quotes

I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.

Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul. On the other hand, when the sun appeared, the children would come out to play in the streets, and everyone was happy that it was such a lovely day, and then I would feel terrible, as if that display of exuberance in which i could not participate was somehow unfair.

The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.

…she felt depressed beyond any thing she had ever known before.

The world will be at war as long as the mind is at war with itself.

I'm the depresso guy on holidays.

The landscape affects the human psyche - the soul, the body and the innermost contemplations - like music. Every time you feel nature deeper you resonate better with her, finding new elements of balance and freedom.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.

There is no happiness until the mind is still. The cause of all sickness and sadness is the fluctuation of the mind.

The weather of Depression is unmodulated, its light a brownout.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

That's the thing I want to make clear about depression: It's got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal-unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature's part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space.

Peace is the whole truth that wishes to enrapture humanity. War is the whole falsehood that wants to capture humanity. Peace begins in the soul and ends in the heart. War begins in the mind and ends in the body.

Saloons provide moments of genuine ecstasy - but only if your soul is at peace and the rest of your life bears contemplating. Otherwise, they are palaces of misery.

Despair is a natural emotion.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?