Best Depression Quotes

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.

A positive attitude gives you power over your circumstances instead of your circumstances having power over you.

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.

I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.

There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.

The only thing that feeling bad accomplishes is to plummet you into anxiety, despair, depression, and stress. In such situations, ask yourself in that moment what THOUGHT you can have that will make you feel GOOD!

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.

While each of us … has depressed hours, none of us needs to be a depressed person.

You must do the things you think you cannot do.

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

I don’t like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don’t like to stand by the side of a ship and look down into the water. A second’s action would end everything. A few drops of desperation.

Ring the bells that still can ring.

The body’s pain is so paper-thin and insignificant compared to that of the mind.

At the end of each therapy session, I waited for an evaluation, a clinical judgment, some kind of pronouncement on my condition. I hoped I suffered from something serious, a clear syndrome, maybe requiring heavy medication and hospitalization. I pictured myself wearing a robe and paper slippers and looking out of a window with bars on it. I wanted to be relieved of the responsibility of taking any action to help myself.

Living day in and day out with guilt over sin that has not been properly confessed and forsaken expends a certain amount of emotional energy; it saps your emotional strength and causes you to become emotionally exhausted (i.e., depressed).

I realized how for all of us who came of age in the late sixties and early seventies the war was a defining experience. You went o r you didn’t, but the fact of it and the decisions it forced us to make marked us for the rest of our lives, just as the depression and World War II had marked my parents.

The lows were absolutely horrible. It was like falling into a manhole and not being able to lift the lid and climb out.

That’s where depression hits you most – your home life. It doesn’t affect your work. I can’t do this zany, wacky, funny thing any more. I haven’t been like that for a long time.

Although I was not aware of it at the time, the experience of growing up during the Great Depression was to have a profound impact on my intellectual and professional career.

Happiness and depression cannot blossom on the same vine. Some people affirm their woes and beg for sympathy. Others, unfortunately, cast gloom wherever they go. These poor souls were born sick and tired.

My own image of my work is that I no sooner settle into something than a break occurs. These breaks are always painful and depressing but despite them I see that there’s a consistency that holds out, but is hard to define.

Depression was a very active state really. Even if you appeared to an observer to be immobilized, your mind was in a frenzy of paralysis. You were unable to function, but were actively despising yourself for it.

I think if there’s a great depression there might be some hope.

If I didn’t try to eavesdrop on every bus ride I take or look for the humor when I go for a walk, I would just be depressed all the time.

Where there is a lack of rest, there is an abundance of stress.