Gwen John Quotes

I cry all the time.

I can cry all day long - that's easy for me.

Shortly after I turned 13, Child Welfare took me into care. I was sent to a residential centre where girls with behavioural problems were 'evaluated'. My time there comes back to me now only in flashes of smells, images and sounds.

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

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

For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldn't. I denied that it had affected me, and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured.

I cry every chance I get.

Therapy is not to 'talk about' things, but to change the person's life, and to relieve suffering, such as depression, anxiety, or relationship problems.

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

Nobody understands me, I'm really sensitive.

You know, when I was a kid, I used to cry every day, like, when I was like, you know, 7 through 11 or 6 through 11, to the point where my brother and sisters would like - there was an ongoing joke where they would make me cry to keep my streak alive of crying every day.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

I went through an extreme depression.

It's true that if you cry hard enough for long enough, you can end up with blurred vision.

Anxiety has been a big problem for me, but I think my biggest struggle has been depression.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

I am desperate and vulnerable. ... I am always terrified.... Beauty can sometimes be so very troublesome.

Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries

Anxiety destroys scale, and suffering makes us lose perspective.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

I was a really, really depressed kid.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

I have friends who've tried suicide many times and haven't succeeded. I myself made an attempt, so I had a connection with that sort of group of people who have tried suicide at one time in their lives.