Novel & Cerita Depression Humor Quotes

It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot. “Only sad folks drink that way.” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk. “Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed.” “In who?” He gulped another, “In what?, you should ask.” “I'm all ears.” I wrestled with my woven bracelet. “Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit.” He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain.”Cheers to us that believe love sucks.”

And for once in my life, I'm happy I don't have to go to school. I've put on more weight and my skin has gained more glow. My phone beeps and I look down at it. It's in my hand. As always. My phone has become a close companion to me in these stormy days. Thank God for the Nigerians way of life. We always create something to laugh at or about. With so many memes, comedy clips and so much more, my phone has helped me over come certain levels of my building depression. My troath instantly dries up as I sight who messaged me.

I was laughing with my best friend and the fact that I might die soon was pushed at the back of my head. "No, I've got a better one," I said still laughing, "I'm like Dracula whose down to his last meal." "And his fangs all fell out," Asher added and we both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "Why are we finding this humorous?" I asked as I wiped a tear, "it's not even funny at all." "I guess we're just trying to laugh all our pain away and pretend it's just a huge joke," he answered as he sobered up. "I honestly don't want to think of you dying so soon and leaving me all alone in this crazy world."

His humor had real life in it, the kind built on trending memes and self-deprecation. He would look at a pan full of vegetables that were falling apart and tell them, with a completely straight face, "You need to calm down." When I accidentally burned a batch of cookies, he burst out laughing and said, "Don't worry, charcoal is a natural energy booster." He was more vivid, more alive, and more human than any set of parameters I could have ever programmed. One evening, he was standing at the counter in an apron, chopping vegetables, and the last of the sunset was falling across him. I looked at his back and felt my heart jolt.

The two of us listened without a word, the sky slowly paling behind us. After a while he let out a low laugh. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were depressed. These are the saddest songs I've ever heard." "I love sad music. Something about the lyrics that get you crying until you wear yourself out and just fall asleep. That's how it works for me." "Those songs would do the opposite for me." "How?" Instead of answering, he gave a small smile. "We should probably get ready for the day.”

Hearing Jonah say those words so bluntly, albeit in a casual tone, made my chest rumble with suffocating guilt again. Jonah quickly touched my chin, lifting my face back up. "Hey, hey. I was just kidding, okay? I guess it wasn't funny to you at all, huh?" Jonah smiled reassuringly, stroking the top of my head. "How could you even think of making a joke at a time like this, jeez?" "Well," Jonah shrugged lightly. "There's a wise saying that says the best way to deal with tragedy is to turn it into a comedy. So, I'm trying it. Is it a complete failure?"

Something unhurried and unperformed. "He used to make terrible jokes at breakfast," Dennis said. "Every single morning. The kind that weren't funny at all but he laughed at them so completely that you ended up laughing too." He paused. "He said laughter was the only honest currency. That you could fake money and power and even love. But you couldn't fake a real laugh." I looked at him. "He sounds like someone worth fighting for," I said. "He was," Dennis said quietly. I reached across and took his hand.

“Jay. Don’t you dare laugh. I’m being serious.” “I know, I know,” I wheezed, still holding back a grin. “It’s just you have no idea how funny you look right now, like your brain’s trying to reboot itself.” But under the humor, my chest hurt. Because I didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. Not one that would make sense to him or to me.

"I don't know what to say to you." "That's okay," Damian said kindly. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Just know that you can rely on me when things get tough. It's not fair to laugh together at silly jokes but not help each other in hard times." Damian's humor was exactly what she needed at that moment.

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”