Groucho Marx Quotes

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

They flank me - depression on my left, loneliness on my right. They don't need to show their badges. I know these guys very well. ... Then they frisk me. They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

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

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

For me, what really excites me about my characters and what pushes their core is the kind of dark, sad side of life.

True it is that each of us has only one life - but how many of us 'die a thousand deaths' in fear and nervousness!

Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

I wanted to pray for an hour, but I keep thinking and thinking, and always sick thoughts, and my head aches - what is the use of praying? - it's only a sin! It is strange, too, that I am not sleepy: in great, too great sorrow, after the first outbursts one is always sleepy. Men condemned to death, they say, sleep very soundly on the last night. And so it must be, it si the law of nature, otherwise their strength would not hold out... I lay down on the sofa but I did not sleep...

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

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.

How can I express the darkness?

For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.

The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.

It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

The soul has more diseases than the body.

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

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. ... You're frightened, and you're frightening, and you're 'not at all like yourself but will be soon,' but you know you won't.