Lauren DeStefano Quotes

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

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

Desire, despair, desire. So many monsters.

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.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

My soul is to sell. The dark is too hard to beat 'cause they're calling me.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

I was in a very dark place for a long time. It's just so hard to have normalcy.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

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

i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes 'till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

I never will have peace of mind. I'm not constructed that way. Some things in life can be horrible.

It is clear to me that one of the biggest obstacles we face as human beings is the pain we put ourselves through when we resist and wrestle with our emotions.

My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

Depression is rage spread thin.

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.

I was adopted into this incredible home, a loving, positive environment, yet I had this yearning, this kind of darkness that was also inside me.

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

People have so much pain inside them that they're not even aware of.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.