To these people, unhappiness was a condition, an intolerable state of affairs. If pills could help, pills were taken. But pills were not going to change the fundamental problem in the construction. Wanting what you can´t have. Looking for self-worth in the mirror. Layering work on top of work and still wondering why you weren´t satisfied - before working some more.

What you have done to this point cannot be undone. What you do next... It is still unwritten.

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.

I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.