Mental Distress Quotes

Everything I ever worried about turned out exactly as it was going to, despite my anxious moments to the contrary.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

… the most uncouth … mental torture

When I did 'The Cell' - no matter what you think of that movie, because I have my opinions of it too - it was, you know, I still have nightmares from the research that I did. Not from playing the part, just from the research.

Mad World' hasn't dated because it's expressive of a period I call the teenage menopause, where your hormones are going crazy as you're leaving childhood. Your fingers are on the cliff and you're about to drop off, but somehow you cling on.

Is it only the mouth and belly which are injured by hunger and thirst? Men's minds are also injured by them.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

Over-anxiety ultimately banishes every trace of joy from life.

I tend to spiral out of control if I'm not working. I get panicked and don't know what to do with myself.

A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.

Loneliness is always there, it's a phase that comes and goes and it is a very difficult phase.

I really have no interest in delivering the iambic pentameter, I just want to kill myself. I don't mind other people doing it. I say that, but really I don't want to watch other people doing it. I get embarrassed.

Trauma fractures comprehension as a pebble shatters a windshield. The wound at the site of impact spreads across the field of vision, obscuring reality and challenging belief.

I have... a dark look in my eyes, I guess.

These visits make me sick, and I really think they will make me crazy.

Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas.

I'm a terrible sleeper. I get obsessive, repetitive thoughts and it's horrible.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things.

Anybody who's away from what's normal is just kind of pushed aside as, 'Oh, he's crazy.' But in reality, this world is crazy. It's just chaos everywhere. It's really hard to be part of this world, because it's very possessed. And very egocentric.

Well, yeah, but I probably wasn't as open about my desperation.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance. It is tumbleweed distress that thrives on thin air, growing despite its detachment from the nourishing earth. It can be described only in metaphor and allegory