Thich Nhat Hanh Quotes

I believe that everybody comes from pain and a certain amount of dysfunction.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

The more unhappy you are, the more miserable you are, the more you're going to suffer.

I definitely have some kind of mental problem and I haven't pinpointed what it is.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

Mental anguish always results from the avoidance of legitimate suffering.

Sometimes seeming happy can be self-destructive even when you're sane.

I wish you'd help me look into a more interesting problem - namely, my sanity.

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

Depression...so mysteriously painful and elusive.

You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.

There's a lot of people out here faking a smile on their face like they got it together but inside actually suffering from some sort of traumatic experience, a loss, depressed, fearful, envious or whatever the case may be, but I can feel it.

I probably suffered with depression.

It's not always about external problems. It can also come from within, and it can happen to everyone, not only young girls but also boys.

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.

Unhappiness is too common to call for special measures.

She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.

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

If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.