#depress

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living. ↗

— Rebecca James

#death #depression #empty #nothingness #sad

You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#despair #fingernails #manicure #nails #life

Sometimes I get depressed about my age. In March I’ll be 26. If man weren’t measured in numbers, but rather letters, I’d be turning Z. And then I’d be dead. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dead #death #depressed #funny #letters

I am diagnosed with not having enough insanely-addictive drugs coursing through my body. ↗

— Sarah Silverman

#medicine #courage

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#death #depression #fun #greed #suicide

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#depression #death

In those pamphlets that they give at mental health centers where they list the ten or so symptoms that would indicate a clinical depression, 'suicide threats' or even simple 'talk of suicide' is considered cause for concern. I guess the point is that what's just talk one day may become a real activity the next. So perhaps after years of walking around with these germinal feelings, these raw thoughts, these scattered moments of saying I wish I were dead, eventually I too, sooner or later, would succumb to the death urge. In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#death

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul. ↗

— Clifford Odets

#depression #marilyn-monroe #suicide #death

I’ll never speak to God again. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #death

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#depressing #death