Sylvia Plath Quotes

Melancholy suicide. - This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures no longer attract.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

Man, I hate to get depressing on you, but I don't have a game. I'm so alone, so depressed, so dark, no.

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

Despondency is not religion, whatever else it may be.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

Does it depress you? To know just how alone you really are?

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

But with the slow menace of a glacier, depression came on. No one had any measure of its progress; no one had any plan for stopping it. Everyone tried to get out of its way.

I didn't really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry... but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

It's often difficult for those who are lucky enough to have never experienced what true depression is to imagine a life of complete hopelessness, emptiness and fear.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

I grew so depressed from the lack of support that I considered quitting. No one understood me.

My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober, he was mostly in his room.

Nothing good comes out of depression.

Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful. There is nothing I can think of that is quite as isolating as this.

Depression is melancholy minus its charms - the animation, the fits.

A big part of depression is feeling really lonely, even if you're in a room full of a million people.