Depression Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

but Chaos stopped me from continuing, knowing what I was about to say, “He’s a depressed idiot, with the cure within his reach but he’s too damn stupid to realize it.” “It’s hard to care about someone who won’t help themselves, huh?” Chaos’ forehead pressed against mine and he released a frustrated sigh, “Yeah. It is.”

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

That was his first time, and that jerk treated him like garbage. “That’s… horrible. I’m sorry,” I blurt. He waves it off, calm but quick. “No, no. Funny. That’s how we survive laugh at our trauma. Heal with humor.” “But, Carter,” I insist, voice low, serious. “I don’t want to laugh about someone treating you like that.” The room hushes. The silence presses against my ears, thick and heavy.

“Who, me? Never! You need to live a little. That’s when the perfect man will come along, sweeping you off your feet and fulfilling every fantasy. Then you won’t need that cheap vibrator.” “Hey! I spend a small fortune on certain devices.” The sad truth was that I had, and I probably would again. “Not the same as a big, fat cock.” She had a point. I’d rolled my eyes far too many times over the last two days of celebrations. “You’ve had way too many glasses of bubbly.” At least she managed to make me laugh, something I desperately needed right now. If I didn’t find humor in this, I might start plotting Matt’s demise with a gleeful heart.

"I'm so lazy to be your punching bag, but the truth is that every time you hit me, it doesn't hurt me at all." "What do you want!!" I snapped, already very annoyed. "Hearing your honesty answered my question." "I already answered that I'm depressed, your hearing isn't good or what?" I looked at him sarcastically, I folded my arms across my chest. "Okay, I accept your answer if you are really depressed. But can you answer my question, what makes you depressed?"

As some really wise person said: Laugh and the whole world laughs with you… “I didn’t mean it that way but what can I say. The quote is made that way.” Zadkiel shrugged, chuckling. Abel was still laughing at it. Zadkiel couldn’t keep his laughter inside when he saw his friend having fits of laughter. He let it out and the two best friends just laughed like they just watched Father do cartwheels while wearing a 70-year-old granny dress and his tights were too stretched that they ripped apart. “Zadkiel, I seriously don’t feel anything at all. Like I just feel sleepy. No pain.” Abel spoke after the laughter had died down and they were enjoying the comfortable silence.

Sometimes I have mixed feelings and I get depressed on some days, and then the depression goes on other days. Yesterday morning, after I had breakfast and once there was a mad man as I classified them all, I was eating and making funny faces, while some patients were laughing, I was irritated by the man's actions, and I swore I gave the man a very bad glare, which made him comport himself, and I entered the depression state again.

The moon was partial tonight, enough to see by, the shadows between the trees dense but readable. At some point, he made a joke. Something self-deprecating about his navigational ability that under different circumstances might have landed somewhere neutral. I said nothing. He tried another one, something about the wheelchair, clearly thinking that self-deprecation about his own worst moments was the fastest route to detente. It wasn’t. “The jokes aren’t going to work,” I said, without looking at him. “I know,” he said. “I don’t know what else to do with the quiet.”

“Even after leaving the firm, you remain my anchor. Since you’ve asked, I have no choice but to say yes. “But… I still don’t understand. You and Benedict were married. How can you remain so calm now?” I smiled. “If you lose a piece of gold, you will never forget it, even if it can never be recovered. You will regret not treasuring it more. “But if you drop a stone, you will only be glad to have less burden. How could you ever pick it up again?” There was a pause on the other end, followed by a light chuckle. “Your words are so simple yet profound. I would like to learn from you. The lessons would be invaluable. “Please give me that chance.”

“How profoundly clever. If this is your master strategy, you have truly lost your mind.” “You are correct. I have lost it,” I agree, moving a step closer and letting my voice drop. “I have lost the ability to stand by and watch you endure this. You deserve more than Brandon. You deserve more than this entire fucking disaster.” “Is that so? And you believe you are the solution? You? The man who treats everything like a punchline?” I offer a small shrug. “Humor is a reliable tool. It seemed to help last night, when you called me about your nightmare.”