...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Hope, in general, is dangerous. Hope can be the loose thread that pulls apart your sanity.

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

Hope transcends everything. It goes beyond all doubts. It silences fear. It quiets despair.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.

Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

The majority of my patients consisted not of believers but of those who had lost their faith.

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

Despair is the central part of the psychopathology. For the handmaiden of gossip is treachery:

The opposite of hope is despair, and when we despair, it is because we feel there are no choices.

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

A big part of dealing with depression is realizing that you are in control of your own happiness.