There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, ‘There now, hang on, you’ll get over it.’ Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
— Barbara Kingsolver (via jalousie)
Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.
— Jeffrey Eugenides, “The Virgin Suicides” (via offoolsandkings)
Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.
— Joseph Campbell. (via ashleytwright)
