By virtue of depression we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.
Anathemas and Admirations
Why does one spend one’s life according to conventions that constrict us like a tight costume and that prevent us from reaching the invisible soul, this dancer among the stars.
Rainer Maria Rilke,
The Poet’s Guide to Life
He cannot grow old, for he has never been young; he cannot become young, for he has already grown old; in a sense he cannot die, for indeed he has not lived; in a sense he cannot live, for indeed he is already dead.
The Unhappiest One
mental health game:
I’m lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don’t have what I’ve obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I’m awake. I wake up as if I’d been sleeping, and I don’t belong to me. Life, in its essence, is one big insomnia, and all that we think or do occurs in a lucid stupor.
The Book of Disquiet