For too many of us ease is far more soul-destroying than trouble.
Poverty only tries men's souls. It is loneliness that breaks the heart.
Misery makes you special. Misery makes you more egoistic. A miserable man can have a more concentrated ego than a happy man. A happy man really cannot have the ego, because a person becomes happy only when there is no ego. The more egoless, the more happy; the more happy, the more egoless. You dissolve into happiness. You cannot exist together with happiness; you exist only when there is misery. In happiness there is dissolution.
I was in a very dark place for a long time. It's just so hard to have normalcy.
How many young hearts have revealed the fact that what they had been trained to imagine, the highest earthly felicity, was but the beginning of care, disappointment, and sorrow, and often led to the extremity of mental and physical suffering.
Strong mental agitation and disturbance was no novelty to him, even before his late sufferings. It never is, to obstinate and sullen natures; for they struggle hard to be such.
Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.
I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.
While we can't begin to repay the debt we owe our veterans for their brave service, we can certainly take steps to ease the physical, psychological and financial hardships they may be experiencing.
Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.
Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is most often wrecked.
Even the word depression itself was the terminological product of an effort to soften the connotation of deep trouble. In the last century, the term crisis was normally employed. With time, however, this acquired the connotation of the misfortune it described.
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?
I saw how greatly he suffered the requirement of being clever. It separated him from his soul, and it didn't get him anything other than a living
