Absolute evil paralyzes absolutely. In
Sophie slept, understanding with a dreamer’s fierce clarity that she was doomed.
Remember. Oh, remember. How remember moments of forgotten time? Where is the way now (she wondered) through that dark up-spreading wood? Leaf, locust, sunlight in the hollow, all those she had known,...
Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.
Loss in all of its manifestations is the touchstone of depression—in the progress of the disease and, most likely, in its origin.
It is a positive and active anguish, a sort of psychical neuralgia wholly unknown to normal life.
In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wood, For I had lost the right path.
In debate, especially when the dispute is hot and supercharged and freighted with ill will, I have always been the flabbiest of contenders. My voice breaks, becomes shrill; I sweat. I get a sloppy hal...
I suppose the truth is simply that it was possible for benefits like these to accrue only to a Negro lucky enough to remain in the poor but relatively benign atmosphere of Virginia. For here in this w...
I could scarcely remember a time when I was not haunted by the idea of slavery, or was not profoundly conscious of the strange bifurcated world of whiteness and blackness in which I was born and reare...
Further, Dr. Gold said with a straight face, the pill at optimum dosage could have the side effect of impotence. Until that moment, although I'd had some trouble with his personality, I had not though...
During that spring afternoon’s jaunt in the company of one of Poland’s most influential anti-Semites, her admirer Walter Dürrfeld, like his host, uttered not a word about Jews. Six years later almost...
But my behavior was really the result of the illness, which had progressed far enough to produce some of its most famous and sinister hallmarks: confusion, failure of mental focus and lapse of memory.
Bet gal nedera vienos meilės lyginti su kita
There is only one way out—up the chimney.’ He
Depression, which can be as serious a medical affair as diabetes or cancer.
Writing for me is the hardest thing in the world, but also a thing which, once completed, is the most satisfying. ... I am no prodigy but, Fate willing, I think I can produce art.
When I was first aware that I had been laid low by the disease, I felt a need, among other things, to register a strong protest against the word depression. Depression, most people know, used to be te...
Through some happy accident of heredity he had escaped his father's tediousness, while retaining a little of his mother's jolly high spirits and humor. This did not make him anything special, but at l...
Those strange creepy people, all picking at their little... scabs, she had complained to me when Nathan was not around. I hate this type of—and here I thought she used a lovely gem of a phrase—unearne...