Funny Quotes Depression Novels & Stories

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

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.

"Truly, depression is scary. I was so upset. I feel like... I was all alone by myself. I lose appetite and even my interest to things. I feel like---the whole world is against me. Rejecting me. I was confused. To my friends, why? I know how it hurts when you badly want to share your problems to somebody but what they returned was cold shoulders. It really hurts. Every minute, my thoughts are bugging me, and it makes me cry. It saddens my heart. I feel so lonely. The worst feeling is when you want to say something but can't because nobody will listen. There is nothing more painful to that. I feel so heavy. I feel so tired even though I'm not doing anything at all. And it scares me because my

I furrowed my brows, watching her take the study chair and pull it closer, sitting across from me. “This isn’t the Jason I know.” She began. “Look at you, depressed as though you just committed the worst mistake of your life…” She continued. “I know a crowded club is a hard pass for us right now, so how about a retro arcade bar? Or a comedy lounge where we can just sit, listen to live jokes, and laugh until the night ends?" Of course that was Tina’s best way of curing depression. “Then maybe you should book us a place tomorrow.”

“I can’t do it, Mark. I am so useless. Pretending that everything is fine, like I don’t give a care in the world eats my inside deep. Why would I want to turn my back on painting? It was the first thing that I found solace and liberation in after my parents thought it okay to push me to the side while they lived like I didn’t exist. It was the only good thing going on for me until recently. I can say it has my back and I can always run to it when I am confused. But now, now I can’t even do a proper stroke. I am fucked up, Mark. I am thoroughly exhausted. I can’t do this anymore. I feel empty inside.” “Carl, you have our friendship going for you. Don’t be so forgetful.” I said casually. He sn

Max thought for a while and added, "Since I promised your third brother, I will definitely protect you." Amy Waltson looked embarrassed. But it's also right, how could Max have any other thoughts about someone he hates. In order to alleviate the fear brought by the movie, Amy Waltson looked at Max and asked, "Brother Max, is this your usual way of reliving your depression?" "Me?" Max curled his lips, "My way of decompression is work." This is definitely the worst answer in the world. In Amy 's heart, these words are as hateful as the words'learning makes me happy'.

I said and she laughed at me, staring at me with an unbelievable. "You don't drink?"she asked with her arm crossed. I nodded my head affirmatively to her words and she shook her head with a sigh. "What do you suggest I should do to get a bit relieved?"I asked and she stared at me, rubbing her hand on her chin as she thought for some seconds. "Well, what I think you should do is. Go deep into a lonely and silent forest, stand in front of a tree and start punching till your fist bleeds. By that way you won't feel depressed,"she said and I stared at her with an uncertain look.

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 want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".