Masking Depression Quotes & Sayings

Love makes you weak. It distracts you from the important things. It can make you lose sight of the objective.
-Uncle Paolo — Jessica Khoury

I thought by masking the depression with silence, the feelings might disappear. — Sharon E. Rainey

When you realize how hard it is to know the truth about yourself, you understand that even the most exhaustive and well-meaning autobiography, determined to tell the truth, represents, at best, a guess. There have been times in my life when I felt incredibly happy. Life was full. I seemed productive. Then I thought,"Am I really happy or am I merely masking a deep depression with frantic activity?" If I don't know such basic things about myself, who does? — Phyllis Rose

We're all bitches in the end, aren't we... — Gillian Flynn

Go through the things that life gives you to go through, happily. You have to loosen the grip of time, gradually. — Frederick Lenz

It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book. My — Stephen Chbosky

Everyone assumes America must play the leading role in crafting some settlement or compromise between the Israelis and the Palestinians. But Jefferson, Madison, and Washington explicitly warned against involving ourselves in foreign conflicts. — Ron Paul

Where love n happiness makes us blind, pain n hurt helps to see truth. So, pain in good. — Deepakgogna

You're able to love others, to give to others, and do for others by giving and doing for yourself first. — Wayne Dyer

I'll be back tomorrow," he said, "at nine o'clock. Don't open your door to anyone else."
"Not even my balcony door?"
"Especially not your balcony door. — Anne Fortier

I've always been short on time in my life, never on what to use it for. — Ayn Rand

She was reading Francis Godwin's Man in the Moone--its man was borne into space in a carriage drawn by swans--when she heard the sound of wheels upon the gravel. Two boxes from Martin & Allestyre were set down on the drive. 'My modest closet plays,' she said. She nearly ran down the stairs--for the recovery of her wayward crates that spring and the preparation of her plays for publication had rekindled inside Margaret a flame she'd feared had gone out. ... But now, in turning the pages, she grew concerned and then incensed: 'reins' where she had written 'veins,' 'exterior' when she had clearly meant 'interior.' The sun went down. The room grew dim. ... 'Before the printer ruined it,' she cried, 'my book was good!'

'Could it be,' he asked, soaking his bread in {lamb's} blood, 'that you were yourself the cause of this misfortune? — Danielle Dutton

Nothing secretly; for Time sees and hears all things, and discloses all.'" "I — Cassandra Clare