Novel & Cerita Depression Humor Quotes

Aubrey rolled his eyes but laughed along, grateful that money couldn’t buy these moments—the kind of ordinary, ridiculous joy that reminded them all of who they were. Even Mother, battling depression, found that laughter sometimes returned to her like an old friend she thought she had lost. One morning, she walked into the living room where her children were bickering loudly about who was the “favorite.” Without missing a beat, she cleared her throat and said, “It’s obviously me. I’m my own favorite.” The room exploded in laughter, the heaviness of years lifting just for that moment.

Juke grumbled under his breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I think we all know about your sense of humor Juke, it's only there when it's at the expense of others." Paul's voice carried a wry note from the back seat. "Tell us, have you ever laughed at yourself when the joke is on you, and not what you've done to someone else." "Why would I laugh at myself, that's just stupid? If something someone says upsets me, how can I find humor in that?" The genuine confusion in Juke's voice made Dale's heart twinge.

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Somehow, the sight of him struggling to speak was fuelling me with agitation and anxiousness. "I have something to say, but I'm not sure you'll like it," he admitted. My stomach pulled in a knot but I smiled either way, "Your honesty is deeply appreciated." "You smile a lot these days, your Highness," he pointed out with a watchful glance of my face. "It's strange. I just find myself doing it-" "It's a sign of something called 'depression'" he dropped it out there in a levelled and casual tone and all I could do was freeze and blink at him in shock.

I bore with it for a few days. But it was dragging for more than a week. Now with everyone looking so depressed, it was slowly getting to me and I couldn't have that. So, me being me, I tried, I mean really tried to lighten up the mood. I tried making jokes just about anything, which didn't work. So, I tried making smart jokes, stupid jokes, sophisticated jokes, adult jokes, kids joke and what not. I wasn't even replied with a smile. Not even a tight smile. Nope.

"Alas... " Tim leaned against the tree trunk and sighed with exasperation. Anne tugged Justin with puzzlement and asked, "What's wrong with him?" "Ha!" Justin shook his head and said in a loud voice, "Some people put in so much effort and still end up with nothing but embarrassment. How can they not be depressed?" "Oi!" Tim smacked his lips with a frown. He was already in a bad mood, so he couldn't take anymore of Justin's sarcasm.

Sunny blocks me as I enter the hospital reception and I almost scream out. “Oh, fuck, you scared me!” I let out a breath, and surprisingly, a throaty laughter escapes my lips. “What's wrong with you? Are you about to enter depression?” Sunny watches me with concern, and I laugh even more, cleaning tears from my eyes. “Look at me, Sun. This is what I've been rendered to? I'm so upset now that I want to cry, but oh, if you hear what I have to tell you, you'd laugh harder than me.” I sniff, wondering why tears are streaming down my face while I'm laughing so hard. Is that the first stage of depression?

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

It's too unfair! I quit my job and stopped leaving my house, I don't even think I've been getting enough sunlight to be alive right now. I stopped eating and drinking, I was losing weight faster than anyone can imagine, and I was turning into bones. My hair became brittle, my lips completely chapped and dehydrated, and the shadows under my eyes were horrible. I didn't have any way to cope, depression had swallowed me whole. She was my only friend, my best friend and I refused to believe she was dead.

He chuckled before he added, "I read somewhere else that humans might face depression while pregnant. Comedy can help you get over the stress and the negative feelings of pregnancy." Although he used a tone that sounded insincere and annoyed, I felt touched by his actions. I mean, he cares about me. I didn't know what to say, and he didn't speak either. After a while, we arrived at what looked like a cinema. I tried to read what was written there, and for the first time, I felt as if I was ignorant.