depression is a flaw in chemistry, not character

moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness

“One day you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.” -John Green

“You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.” -Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“I wanted the whole world or nothing.” —Charles Bukowski

“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.” —Mark Twain

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.” —Kurt Vonnegut

“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.” —Anaïs Nin

“I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”

“Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.” —Mary Shelley

“Our disrespect for thinking: someone sitting in a chair, gazing out of a window blankly, always described as ‘doing nothing’.” -Alain de Botton

Art exists because life is not enough.” —Ferreira Gullar

“Hell is other people.” —Jean Paul-Sartre

"I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them." —Alfred De Musset, The Complete Writing

“I like to cry at the ocean, because only there do my tears seem small” —Nelson Muntz

“I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.” -Sylvia Plath

“I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart.” —Marianna Paige

“You’re a different human being to everybody you meet.” —Chuck Palahniuk

“Too often, the only escape is sleep.” —Charles Bukowski

“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.” —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” —Pablo Neruda