#press

Inside of all of us there is the need and the desire to be heard, to have our innermost thoughts, feelings and desires expressed for others to hear, to see and to understand. We all want to matter to someone, to leave a mark. Writers just take those thoughts, feelings and desires and express them in such a way that the reader not only reads them but feels them as well. ↗

— Vicktor Alexander

#expression #feelings #legacy #life #writers

The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in this world and in my life. I will eventually be so crazy from this black wave, which seems to be taking over my head with increasing frequency, that one day I will just kill myself, not for any great, thoughtful existential reasons, but because I need immediate relief. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#life

the intensity, glory, and absolute assuredness if my mind's flight made it very difficult for me to believe once i was better, that the illness was one i should willingly give up....moods are such an essential part of the substance of life, of one's notion of oneself, that even psychotic extremes in mood and behavior somehow can be seen as temporary, even understandable reactions to what life has dealt....even though the depressions that inevitably followed nearly cost me my life. ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#mental-illness #life

Always think extra hard before crossing over to a bad side, if you were weak enough to cross over, you may not be strong enough to cross back! ↗

— Victoria Addino

#pier-pressure #positive-thinking #strength #structure #struggles

I thought by masking the depression with silence, the feelings might disappear. ↗

— Sharon E. Rainey

#feelings #mask #life

I yearn to make these scars disappear And to forget about the past. To throw away all of my fears And to be happy at last. ↗

— Atarah L. Poling

#poetry #poetry-life #poetry-quotes #life

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#life #pain #sorrow #life

here's the sick, twisted thing: part of me thinks i deserve this. that maybe if i wasn't such an asshole, issac would have been real. if i wasn't such a lame excuse for a person, something right might happen to me. it's not fair, because i didn't ask for dad to leave, and i didn't ask to be depressed, and i didn't ask for us to have no money, and i didn't ask to want to fuck boys, and i didn't ask to be so stupid, and i didn't ask to have no real friends, and i didn't ask to have half the shit that comes out of my mouth come out of my mouth. all i wanted was one fucking break, one idiotic good thing, that was clearly too much to ask for, too much to want. ↗

— John Green

#life #will-grayson #life

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#life

Often he had the impression that the person answering questions from the scratchy armchair was a dummy he was controlling, that this had been true throughout his life, and that his life had become so involved with operating the dummy that he, the ventriloquist, had ceased to have a personality, becoming just an arm stuffed up the puppet's back. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#life