When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.
Depression is like the worst disease you can get. It's devastating.
When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That's the message he is sending.
If you're that depressed, reach out to someone. And remember, suicide is a permanent solution, to a temporary problem.
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.
If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.
Beware of driving men to desperation. Even a cornered rat is dangerous.
Neurosis is the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.
We suffer more in imagination than in reality.
It is cowardice to commit suicide.
The swine who stole my dog doesn't realize what he did to me!
Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
I first came to Delhi with my parents when I was 15 years old. We went to see the Red Fort, and I was walking behind my parents, and some guy who was walking along touched me inappropriately. I screamed, but he was acting so cool about it. I did not create any further scene and left.
Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.
The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.
I was raped by a doctor. Which is, you know, so bittersweet for a Jewish girl.
The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.
Violence is essentially wordless. and it can begin only where thought and rational communication have broken down.
Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.
I've never felt so bereft and panicky. What do I do without my phone? How do I function? My hand keeps automatically reaching for my phone in its usual place in my pocket. Every instinct in me wants to text someone, 'OMG, I've lost my phone! ' but how can do that without a bloody phone?
Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.
I get bullied a lot on social media, and it's terrible.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
