Kate Chopin Quotes

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.

To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

I thought I was dead inside.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

'Melancholy' is prettier than 'depression'; it connotes a kind of nocturnal grace. Makes one feel more innocently beleaguered.

It's depression. You can't put it into words. You get stuck and time passes by. I'm stood there on the edge of a cliff, can't go back and can't go forward. Days go by. I'm still in the same place. Everyone else's life goes on, but you're stuck. You try and try and try and I don't know how, but you came out of it eventually.

She said she was neither happy nor unhappy, and that was why she couldn't go on. Each person knows the extent of their own suffering, or the total absence of meaning in their lives.

When you're depressed, there's no calendar. There are no dates, there's no day, there's no night, there's no seconds, there's no minutes, there's nothing. You're just existing in this cold, murky, ever-heavy atmosphere, like they put you inside a vial of mercury.

I thought that we were getting somewhere, but we're still nowhere at all. I watch your tail lights fading, I try but a tear won't fall.

We need hope. There's nothing worse than to live a life of despair. For a person to have no hope just sucks the blue out of every sky.

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

If you're feeling low, don't despair. The sun has a sinking spell every night, but it comes back up every morning.

The spiritual life is a life beyond moods. It is a life in which we choose joy and do not allow ourselves to become victims of passing feelings of happiness or depression.

(Beth) "I don't care anymore." I turned my face up toward Heaven. "That's not my home anymore. You are.

Neither the depth of despondency nor the height of euphoria tells you how long either will last.

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

My own apathy is bone chilling.

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.

As for hobbies, people with stimulating hobbies suffer from the most noxious of despairs since they are tranquilized in their despair.

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

There are peaks, there are valleys. But they're all kind of carved and smoothed out, and it feels like a low level of despair you live in. Where you're not getting any answers, but you're living OK. And you can smile at the office. You know? But it's a low level of despair. I was on Prozac for a long time. It may have helped me out of a jam for a little bit, but people stay on it forever. I had to get off at a certain point because I realized that, you know, everything's just OK.