Andrew Pyper Quotes

I never define depression, clinical or otherwise. It's the basis of most life, it seems to me, in the modern world. We're all depressed.

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.

Depression...so mysteriously painful and elusive.

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

Loneliness is something you can't walk away from.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

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.

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.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.

I have a tremendous battle with melancholy and depression.

You never really shake depression and that's a tough road you have to deal with.

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

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

I actually found it very moving how destructive depression is. I was really saddened by this burden people have to handle.

Depression can take you into a black hole, so it is terrible.

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.

I'm always sad.

To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefor unloveable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

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.

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

It's interesting to watch people go through it in something like this. I mean, what other then Melancholia films do they portray depression in?