Natalie Cole Quotes

Coming to terms with the fact that my marriage was a failure was devastating and very difficult.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

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

In the aftermath of a marriage, you feel helpless and hapless.

I just lost my best friend, I have been crying hysterical for a full day.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

I've cried a lot because of women. I cry a lot, as a person.

The times in my life when I've been my thinnest, I've been a walking psycho wreck. Forget the fact that I was basically starving myself; skinny was usually due to some kind of loss. Death. Rejection. Divorce.

I can usually tell when a woman is going through a divorce because they look so gaunt and tired and sad. It's just a huge sadness. It's horrible. It's like death. You mourn, but the person's still there.

It was the saddest day of my life.

I was depressed for a year after 'The Pianist,' and I don't suffer from that, generally. It wasn't just a depression; it was a mourning.

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

As a boy and even now, I am wont to melancholy. I do, probably once a day, experience a sincere heartbreak.

I lost my parents. I was totally alone and I had to manage everything all alone. It did put me in depression.

The divorce was the toughest thing in my life. It still hurts.

One moment I can be happy and laughing, but then it comes over me. It's my mom.

I wrote 'Love Is Dead' when I was a super-depressed teenager.

And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It felt as if she'd taken the part of him that cried.

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.

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

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