“[My best tip for overcoming depression is] to regard it as being like the weather. It's not your responsibility that it's raining, but it is real when it rains, and the fact that it's raining does not mean that the rain is never going to stop. The only thing to do is to believe that, one day, it won't be raining and accept it so you can find a mental umbrella to shield yourself from the worst. The sun will eventually come up.” BelieveMeanDoeRealFactsResponsibilityAcceptingSunWorstOne DayRainOvercomingRegardCome UpWeatherThings To DoShieldsUmbrellaOvercoming Depression Author:Stephen Fry
“One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees... And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.” WorldFeelsSaidSoulPainFeltDarknessTreeCryColdOne DayRainTownsDown AndFinishedTalesSatLaughedCriedWoeClownSo Sad Author:Shel Silverstein
“All things pass in time. We are far less significant than we imagine ourselves to be. All that we are, all that we have wrought, is but a shadow, no matter how durable it may seem. One day, when the last man has breathed his last breath, the sun will shine, the mountains will stand, the rain will fall, the streams will whisper—and they will not miss him.” MenMayMatterSeemsLastsFallSunImagineMissingOne DayMountainShadowRainAll ThingsBreathsShiningSignificantStreams Book:Princeps' Fury Source: Princeps' Fury
“This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. "Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days." Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!” ThinkingKnowsWorldYearsWellsLittlesBigsUsedGrowsGrowingWeekMonthsCoupleOne DayRainPlantBoxesCoffeeInnocentEmsYardsBad DayChokeEggshellsBad Years Author:Tom Waits
“I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is afternoon, it is night, it is morning. Everything is reduced to this bed, this endless slumber that makes the days into one day, makes time stop, stretches and compacts time until it is meaningless.” DreamNightHouseSleepForgetMorningTreeWillingLoversOne DayBedRainWindowRapEndlessNoisePushingMeaninglessAfternoonBedroomOblivionTruckGarbageAlleysSlumberMaking TimeOpiatesMy LoverPushing AwayGarbage Trucks Book:The Time Traveler's Wife Source: The Time Traveler's Wife
“It was true what Jim said, this wasn’t the end but the beginning. But the wars would end one day and Jim would come then, to the island they would share. One day surely the wars would end, and Jim would come home, if only to lie broken in MacMurrough’s arms, he would come to his island home. And MacMurrough would have it built for him, brick by brick, washed by the rain and the reckless sea. In the living stream they’d swim a season. For maybe it was true that no man is an island: but he believed that two very well might be.” IfsMenWellsSaidTwoWarEndsHomeMightLyingSeaShareBrokenArmsOne DayBuiltRainSeasonsIslandsStreamsComing HomeSwimBricksReckless Author:Jamie O'Neill