Mariel Hemingway Quotes

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

To heal the wound, you have to go into the dark night of the soul.

The dark night of the soul is when you have lost the flavor of life but have not yet gained the fullness of divinity. So it is that we must weather that dark time, the period of transformation when what is familiar has been taken away and the new richness is not yet ours.

You don't go through a deep personal transformation without some kind of dark night of the soul.

Perhaps, the answer is that my ravaged mind rails against the idea of God, but something deeper in me calls out as if God might answer. 'There are not foxholes,' I guess, and depression is the deepest and deadliest foxhole I've been in. It may be the 'dark night of the soul' that the mystics talk about but in depression it is not so much that one becomes lost in the dark as one becomes the dark.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

Dreaming led to disappointment, and disappointment to a kind of depressed funk that wasn’t easy to shake. Better to stay in the gray than get eaten by the dark.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

Depression is rage spread thin.

No one wants to spend too long inside their own darkness.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

I think there comes a time in every persons life where they just need to go to the darkest, most dismal place.

My principal anguish, and the wellspring of all my joys and sorrows, has been the incessant merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.

I am a broken person.

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

Right now the whole world seems to be going through a dark night of the soul.

It's no surprise to me that intellectuals commit suicide, go mad or die from drink. We feel things more than other people. We know the world is rotten and that chins are ruined by spots.

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?