Are you so unobservant as not to have found out that sanity and happiness are an impossible combination?
Fear, as opposed to anxiety, has a definite object, which can be faced, analyzed, attacked, endured... anxiety has no object, or rather, in a paradoxical phrase, its object is the negation of every object.
Comedians are the nearest to suicide.
Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.
Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.
Neurosis is the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.
A psychoneurosis must be understood, ultimately, as the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.
It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.
An individual in despair despairs over something. . . . In despairing over something, he really despair[s] over himself, and now he wants to get rid of himself. Consequently, to despair over something is still not despair proper. . . . To despair over oneself, in despair to will to be rid of oneself-this is the formula for all despair.
It’s so difficult to describe [depression] to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.
At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
If people could see the inside of my brain, I would be in prison.
Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.
Few things are as bad as a guilty conscience.
I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.
They've lost their minds.
My mother suffers mental health problems and has a learning deprivation.
But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage.
With the inevitability of a tongue returning to probe a painful tooth, we come back and back and back again to our fears, sitting to talk them over with the eagerness of a hungry man before a full and steaming plate.
The amount of death terror experienced is closely related to the amount of life unlived.
Seriousness is a disease.
I drink because I wish to multiply my sufferings.
It was horrifying. You wouldn't believe how people are treated there. You could see that these people had withdrawn so far that they just lived in their own minds. They did terrible things to themselves.
