“I don’t know which is sadder, the fact That I am severely depressed, or the fact that no one has noticed.”

There are bigger problems in the world than those of love despite this I can’t fathom why I think I may die if i can’t have you.

I always knew you loved the ocean from the way you dived in and out of me.

The clouds in my head are raining hell today.

I have a heart of glass, When I break I don’t fall apart, I shatter.

My heart bleeds at the thought of being unable to live all the lives I have planned in my head.

And in the same way sunflowers involuntarily follow the sun shined so bright, you could have led me to hell and I would have followed you anyway.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.

You will never know this love, I will never show.

We accept love only to the extent we are willing to endure heartbreak.

What a funny world we live in people live their days in pursuit of filling their hands with things only to depart this life empty handed.

She looked like something to pin up against a wall -masterpiece.

It takes a great deal of courage to emerge from the dirt and the hurt and grow and bloom into petals of kindness and love.

A relationship shouldn’t require you to walk on eggshells. But if you have to? boil the damn egg.

You do not owe your trauma to people to prove that you are worthy of being a part of their life.

If I could choose how to die, I would drown in your eyes.

You have to be relentless in your pursuit. Embrace the pain, embrace the struggle, after all, the most pleasurable things in life often require pain.

Writing is reporting what we saw after the vision has left us. It is catching the fish which the tide has left far up on our shores in the low and depressed places.

Well, my grandfather was a minister and sort of Protestant, and this was rather depressing to me.

I’d been depressed before, of course. But I’m talking about really depressed. Not just feeling a bit down or sad, a depression that has something to do with biorhythms. I’m talking about the kind of depressed that floats in upon you like a fog.

He did not mean to depress us, rather to free us from expectations which inspire bitterness. It is consoling, when love has let us down, to hear that happiness was never part of the plan.

Well, once I fried tofu and put Sriracha on it. After that I was so depressed I swore off preparing food for myself altogether.

We all get depressed and have feelings of uselessness. All of these things are true and have always been true.

This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.

I get depressed at airports.