#depress

It's much easier to write when you're sad. But you can end up isolated and depressed because you almost need to put yourself in that situation to have that angst to write from. ↗

— Natalie Imbruglia

#angst #because #depressed #easier #end

I can understand why some people might look at me and say, 'What's she got to be depressed about?' I get that a lot in Britain, where mental health issues seem to be a big taboo. ↗

— Natalie Imbruglia

#big #britain #depressed #get #got

I like singer-songwriters, and I find sad songs comforting rather than depressing. It makes you realise you're not alone in the world. ↗

— Natalie Imbruglia

#comforting #depressing #find #i #like

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. ↗

— John Green

#depression #dying #life #life

When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#life #life

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#silence

It's often been said that I'm an extremely depressing, cynical writer. I've never known what to make of that. ↗

— Ann Beattie

#cynical #depressing #extremely #i #known

I say myself no depressed words just depressed minds. ↗

— Brendan Behan

#i #just #minds #myself #say

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#depression #sorrow #death

People get sick and sometimes they get better and sometimes they don't. And it doesn't matter if the sickness is cancer or if it's depression. Sometimes the drugs work and sometimes they don't. Sometimes the drugs work for a while and then they stop. Sometimes the alternative stuff works and sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes you wonder if no outside interference makes any difference at all; if an illness is like a storm, if it simply has to run its course and, at the end of it, depending on how robust you are, you will be alive. Or you will be dead. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#illness #philosophy #family