Charles M. Schulz Quotes

I never define depression, clinical or otherwise. It's the basis of most life, it seems to me, in the modern world. We're all depressed.

I found myself losing interest in almost everything, I didn't want to do any of the things I had previously wanted to do and I didn't know why. Everything there was to do seemed like too much work. The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality, and it was vitality that seemed to seep away from me in that moment.

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.

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

I think every human being has a level of melancholy in life and in general.

I'm just sittin here trying not to be unhappy.

I'm incapable of feeling any joy.

I realised in 1985, after sitting for months and being very down, that I have to move. I have to be busy. Because, otherwise, it is like being in a waiting room. And waiting for what?

My nervous system is a shattered wreck, and I am absolutely bored and listless save when I come upon something which peculiarly interests me.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

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 hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.

He wondered if this was what clinical depression felt like, a total numbness, a weary lack of hope.

Depressive lucidity, usually described as a radical withdrawal from ordinary human concerns, generally manifests itself by a profound indifference to things which are genuinely of minor interest. Thus it is possible to imagine a depressed lover, while the idea of a depressed patriot seems frankly inconceivable.

Boredom is a disease, too.

There was a darkness, a melancholy, that people had trouble accepting. Maybe now, it would work better.

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

I've had days when I go in my bedroom for 24 hours at a time. I call them my Cilla Black days, and they're literally black days. It's like the old Boomtown Rats song 'I Don't Like Mondays.' You just want to shut the whole day down.

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.

August depresses me a little. I don't even feel like eating. And when I don't eat, that's a sure sign of stagnation.

I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

I used to be good friends with my depression, saying oh I'm so depressed, or life is terrible.

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?