#depress

Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It was hunger that drove us to exploration. And it took a depression to teach us the real value of a job. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#economy #exploration #inspirational #progress #inspirational

There was, however, a difference between his mood and that of the rest of the cabinet. They felt desperate; he felt challenged. ↗

— William Raymond Manchester

#despondency #leadership #resiliency #leadership

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#life

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#depression #grief #hurt #pain #sadness

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#grief #life

I am alive because you want me to. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#life #life

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. ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#depression #panic #life

He felt full of a dense and sour substance that was blocking his chest, and it wasn't grief. After all those years, life now seemed like no more than a trap, a maze, not even a maze, just a room that was all walls, no door. ↗

— Etgar Keret

#life #life

I feel like I'm dropping such a long way down again." "I seem to be dropping into a cold dark wet place, where no one's been before and noone can every follow. There's no future there; just a past that sometimes fools you into thinking it's the future. It's the most alone place you can ever be and, when you go there, you not only cease to exist in real life, you also cease to exist in their consciousness and in their memories. ↗

— John Marsden

#life

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#inspiration #life #problems #sorrows #struggles