Chelsea Handler Quotes

There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.

I'm an old broken down piece of meat and I deserve to be all alone . . .

Alone in my room, wrapped in a blanket, I whimpered and talked aloud to myself, recalling the lost glory of my youth when I considered myself, and was considered by others, a bright and capable person. It seemed that was all gone now.

The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his own hand.

I've had days when I go in my bedroom for 24 hours at a time. I call them my Cilla Black days, and they're literally black days. It's like the old Boomtown Rats song 'I Don't Like Mondays.' You just want to shut the whole day down.

I don't want to be that guy mumbling into his drink at a bar.

I am a total loser, in every aspect of my life. I rarely go out.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

I'm not fit company for man or beast.

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

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

One thing the blues ain't, is funny.

You feel like everyone hates you if you've got a good life, now I feel maybe it's allowed because I've had my share of sadness.

Nobody understands me, I'm really sensitive.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

No one will ever feel sorry for me.

When I was in high school I used to sit by myself in the cafeteria - not necessarily by choice - but I thought it was funny to talk to people that weren't there.

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.

It is sad when people can't connect, and the sense of desperation that you feel when there is nothing to look forward to.

So I just sat in bed for six months - I literally didn't leave the house - and it was the first time that I'd actually experienced being depressed. I'd be sad on and off but I'd never experienced actual depression. Like, crying for no reason. It was really horrible.

I did not know how to share with someone the fact that I was really, really depressed.

It's easy to feel spurned, especially when you return to your apartment and stare at the hundreds of rejection letters tacked to your bulletin board.

There are so many reasons to be sad in the club.

I definitely spent a lot of high school isolating myself because I didn't feel like I fit in. I learned how to be funny.

Nobody can understand me.