Gayle Forman Quotes

You wake up one day and don't want to get out of bed?" he asks. Maybe it's not because you're a loser. Maybe it's because you're depressed.

Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.

It's getting harder just to feel alive.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It's hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

Living, it's awful for me.

Depression is when you have lots of love, but no one's taking.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

A big part of depression is feeling really lonely, even if you're in a room full of a million people.

I don't want to be submerged by depression.

I actually found it very moving how destructive depression is. I was really saddened by this burden people have to handle.

There was a time where I was really confused about who I was and what I was doing, and I was just kind of depressed.

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

I truly, truly suffered depression, to the deep core.

Loneliness can become a downward spiral.

For a long time, I didn't want to live.

As bad as it feels, it's familiar to you. And the depression itself is making you unable to reach out. So, I've definitely experienced that in my life.

I never ran away, but I was very unhappy as a teenager. I felt like a complete nonentity, and I very tangibly have memories of not wanting to be here - in my body.

I had always thought of myself as a sanguine person, quite light and airy. But for a long while, no one could have possibly made me laugh or smile. It was awful.

I'm always sad.

It was one of those times when you can feel the air in a room. Everything stood still. I can remember the T-shirt I was wearing and the bag I was carrying. I don't think I breathed for 15 minutes. It was a devastating moment. They said they wanted me to experience more things. OK. I began contemplating things. Maybe I should take LSD or become a hooker. I left Juilliard and was just meandering and drifting for a while. Thank God I had support from my family and close friends. Bad times.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

I was quite depressed two weeks ago when I spent an afternoon at Brentano's Bookshop in New York and was looking at the kind of books most people read. That seems to be hopeless; once you see that you lose all hope.