Conor Oberst Quotes

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

But now my problems had been set loose. They could be anywhere at any time and I was just like everyone else I knew: almost positive that there was something profoundly and undiagnosably wrong with me.

The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears.

With 'Hereditary', I wanted to make a film about what bothers me about life.

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.

Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead (suicide note)

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.

that since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbon’s could hardly wait for the night to forget themselves in sleep

We all question our sanity. Everyone has had an experience of loss of control of something.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

I thought about dying whenever I got bad news about other people.

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

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

There seem to be many causes of depression. One cause is profound loss, grief. Economic hardship we know is linked to depression. We don't have a full picture.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

Depression is rage spread thin.

As a kid, all I thought about was death. But you can't tell your parents that.