Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

I started having anxiety attacks and panic attacks. I would cry myself to sleep every night and wish I could go back in time and get my life back and be a human again instead of a photo op.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

I much condole with you on your late loss... pains and diseases of the mind are only cured by Forgetfulness;--Reason but skins the wound, which is perpetually liable to fester again.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

Pain of mind is worse than pain of body.

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

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance. It is tumbleweed distress that thrives on thin air, growing despite its detachment from the nourishing earth. It can be described only in metaphor and allegory

The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.

The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.

Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.

His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. Even in sleep he could not altogether escape form her image.

Pain is the mind. It's the mind. It's the thoughts of the mind.

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

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

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

Such persons are windows through which one looks into terrible worlds.

My demons are not that easy to shake.

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

An ill principle in the mind is worse than the matter of a disease in the body.

There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it.

I found a very diabolical way of making myself suffer - not in the same way [my mother ] was suffering but to prevent me from enjoying my own life.

...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.