Tired Of Fighting Depression Quotes

#1. Because the truth was I was tired. I was tired of fighting but more importantly I was tired of losing, of being disappointed. #Quote by Laekan Zea Kemp

#2. This book is for anyone who is fighting to better themselves. Fighting the battle of addiction. Fighting the battle of depression. Fighting the battle of abuse. Know that this book is for you. You can do it. I believe in you. As Jared Padalecki says: JUST KEEP FIGHTING! #Quote by Toni Aleo

#3. Looking after children can be a subtle way of giving up ... They become the whole ones, the well ones, the postponement of happiness, the ones who won't drink too much, give up, get divorced, become mentally ill. The part of oneself that's fighting against decay and depression is transferred to guarding them from decay and depression. In the meantime one decays and gets depressed. #Quote by Edward St. Aubyn

#4. Men are vile creatures, really. using women up, casting them aside. Leaving them along and broken, Better to leave them first, isn't it? Better yet to pay them back, and leave them bleeding,

Sick and tired of being the one left behind, aren't you? And all the fighting, all the death. I can help you with that. I'd so like to help you. #Quote by Dance Of The Gods

#5. Depression is very bad illness. This will be the toughest fight of my life. #Quote by Ricky Hatton

#6. I had a bonding problem when I went off and boxed for five years. I was over in Europe and Asia fighting because I wanted to do something different; I was tired of acting. But the thing is, when I was done doing that, I couldn't get a job. #Quote by Mickey Rourke

#7. All of a sudden, I'm really tired. I feel like I'm always fighting to be with him, while he's fighting to push me away. #Quote by Leisa Rayven

#8. I've been fighting to defend who I am all my life. I'm tired. I just don't know how to go on anymore. This is the only way I can think of I can still be me and survive. I just don't know any other way".
Theresa sat back in her chair. "I'm a woman, Jess. I love you because you're a woman, too. I made up my mind when I was growing up that I was not going to betray my desire by resigning to marrying a dirt farmer or the boy at the service station. Do you understand?"
I shook my head sadly. "Do you wish I wasn't a butch?"
She smiled. "No, I love your butchness. I just don't want to be some man's wife, even if that man's a woman. #Quote by Leslie Feinberg

#9. Golf isn't first on my list anymore. There are a lot of things ahead of golf and I have to go ahead and do those things so I can play golf. I'm tired of hurting. Tired of fighting pain. #Quote by Fuzzy Zoeller

#10. I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting - its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands, and fathers ... it is only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded and lacerated ... that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation. #Quote by William Tecumseh Sherman

#11. This is Daniela with an energy like the first time we met fifteen years ago, before years of life-the normalcy, the elation, the depression, the compromise-transformed her into the woman who now shares my bed: amazing mother, amazing wife, but fighting always against the whispers of what might have been. #Quote by Blake Crouch

#12. I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily. If I get through this year, kicking my demon down when it comes up, I'll be able, piece by piece, to face the field of life, instead of running from it the minute it hurts. #Quote by Sylvia Plath

#13. Maybe that's what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you get older and weaker their memory surfaces again, like a bubble in the water. You have to surrender, because you feel to tired to fight it and push it down again. And maybe, unexpectedly, you find out that instead, of revamping your anger, those memories produce an unexpected sweetness. #Quote by Francesca Marciano

#14. I felt such a well of tenderness for this dear old body. Every piece of it proclaimed how tired it was, but it was lovely, too. Her history was written in it, in the stretch marks left by my father, in the surgery scar on her abdomen and the puckered burn scar on the inside of her left arm, in the simple toll of ninety years of fighting gravity. #Quote by Joshilyn Jackson

#15. Even though she was still so tired she felt glued to the matress, the yelling made Helen's eyes open. She saw Ariadne, Cassandra, and Noel standing over her bed. Correction, they were standing over Lucas's bed and Helen was in it. Her eyes snapped open and her head whipped around to look at Lucas. He was frowning himself awake and starting to make some gravelly noise in the back of his throat.

"Go argue someplace else," he groaned as he rolled over onto Helen. He tucked himself up against her, awkwardly fighting the drag of the casts on his legs as he tried to bury his face in Helen's neck. She nudged him and looked up at Noel, Ariadne, and a furious Cassandra.

"I came to see how he was and then I couldn't get back to my bed," Helen tried to explain, absolutely mortified.

She gasped involuntarily as one of Lucas's hands ran up the length of her thigh and latched on to the sloping dip from her hip to her waist. Then she felt him tense, as if he'd just realized that pillows weren't shaped like hourglasses. His head jerked up and he looked around, alert for a fight.

"Oh, yeah," he said to Helen as he remembered. His eyes relaxed back into a sleepy daze. He smiled up at his family and stretched until he winced, then rubbed at his sore chest, no longer in a good mood.

"Little privacy?" he asked. His mother, sister, and cousin all either crossed their arms or put their hands on their hips. #Quote by Josephine Angelini

#16. I thought a lot about death. My death.
I got used to the idea of dying.
I always imagined it'd be peaceful, with slow-motion scenes and a nice background melody… like in a movie. But I was wrong.
I was lost in the eerie quiet. It was cold and dark.
My hair floated lightly in the air. No, not in the air, but in the water.
Water surrounded me from every side. Frozen water that seemed to burn in my lungs. I was drowning and couldn't breathe.
I tried to swim.
Desperately, I kicked my legs and waved my hands, but I wasn't able to reach the surface.
I felt all my energies slowly leave me. It was too dark, and I was tired, but I didn't want to give up.
I didn't want to die.
I tried to push harder with my feet, hoping to feel something solid underneath me, but there was nothing but the fluctuating light and darkness. It swallowed me and I didn't know what to do.
I had always been afraid of two things in my life, water and darkness, so I wondered how the hell I had ended up here.
My head was spinning due to the lack of oxygen. I kept fighting, but every cell in my body screamed to let it go. I had to breathe, so I opened my mouth and inhaled strongly. Water came into my lungs, but it had stopped hurting. I no longer felt anything when my body became numb and the darkness devoured me. #Quote by A.C. Pontone

#17. I'm tired of being alone, and fighting my battles alone. #Quote by Mercedes Lackey

#18. This is not a book for first-time dieters. This is a book for last-time dieters. It is a book for people whose old tricks don't work anymore. It is for people who love food but who are tired of fighting their cravings, fatigue, and protruding stomachs, and for chronic dieters who just don't think they can diet one more time. If #Quote by Haylie Pomroy

#19. If you're fighting moodiness and depression you don't want to hang around a bunch of other moody and depressed people. #Quote by Joyce Meyer

#20. I'm tired of fighting with you, America," he said quietly. I looked up and saw the sincerity in Maxon's eyes as he continued. "I like that we disagree - it's one of my favorite things about you, actually - but I don't want to argue anymore. Sometimes I have a bit of my father's temper. I fight it, but it's there. And you!" he said with a laugh. "When you're upset, you're a force! #Quote by Kiera Cass

#21. Optimism is a tool with a certain clear set of benefits: it fights depression, it promotes achievement and produces better health. #Quote by Martin Seligman

#22. Two years before, the man had ended my reign. I had been the semel of a tribe of werepanthers, leader of the tribe of Menhit, and he had fought me in the pit and won. He could have cut out my heart with his claws, but instead… instead he offered the path to redemption. He opened his home, welcomed me into his tribe and into his life. I was trusted, my counsel heeded, my strength relied upon. It was a gift, the second coming of the friendship we had when we were young. I had worried that I would be consumed by bitterness and would turn on him, catch him unawares, betray him, and then kill him. But I had forgotten about my own heart.
I loved Logan. Not like a lover, not with carnal intent, but - and it was so cliché - like the brother I never had. I wanted him back in my life more than I wanted to hurt him.
I was a shitty leader: the selfish kind, the vindictive kind, the one everyone wished would just die already so they could get someone better, someone who cared at all. So when he beat me in the pit, absorbed my tribe, and took me in, I simply surrendered. Logan was a force of nature, and I had been so tired of fighting him, fighting his nobility and his ethics and his strength, that I let the bitterness go. No good had come from it. Time, instead, to try something new.
Being his maahes, the prince of his tribe, had worked for me. I was easily the second in power. He made the decisions; I carried them out. He navigated; I drove. I was able to be his emissary b #Quote by Mary Calmes

#23. I'm tired of fighting. I've always known that I can't be an action star all my life. #Quote by Jackie Chan

#24. Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You're doing just fine. #Quote by Charlotte Eriksson

#25. Is it a war we are fighting, a war against health, against life and love? My condition is a torn condition. Every day, the dispensing of existence. I see the face of suffering. Its face is fierce and distant and ancient.
There's probably a straightforward explanation for the impossible weariness I feel. A perfectly straightforward explanation. It is a mortal weariness. Maybe I'm tired of being human, if human is what I am. I'm tired of being human. #Quote by Martin Amis

#26. I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong ... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore. #Quote by Cate Tiernan

#27. She didn't want to cry anymore; she was tired of feeling weak and sad. She was tired of feeling hopeless, tired of fighting, and tired of feeling like the world was against her. #Quote by Elise Kova

#28. It's funny, after a while, you get tired of having to fight someone because they don't like the way you look. #Quote by Chris Robinson

#29. You look furious," Pritkin said, watching me.
"I just - I can't understand not fighting for your life - for what you want. Just giving up - "
A corner of his mouth quirked. "No. You would not understand that. You never stop trying, do you?"
"What else is there?"
"Despair. Hopelessness. Anger. Depression."
"But those don't get you anywhere."
He huffed out something that might have been a laugh, only it didn't sound happy. "No. They don't. #Quote by Karen Chance

#30. I wish you'd told me this before."
"It wouldn't have changed anything."
"Maybe not. But talking about wounds can help heal them."
"You don't talk about yours," she pointed out.
He sat down on the sofa facing her and leaned forward. "But I do," he said seriously. "I talk to you. I've never told anyone else about the way my father treated us. That's a deeply personal thing. I don't share it. I can't share it with anyone but you."
"I'm part of your life," she said heavily, smoothing her hair back again. "Neither of us can help that. You were my comfort when Mama died, my very salvation when my stepfather hurt me. But I can't expect you to go on taking care of me. I'm twenty-five years old, Tate. I have to let you go."
"No, you don't." He caught her wrists and pulled her closer. He was more solemn than she'd ever seen him. "I'm tired of fighting it. Let's find out how deep your scars ago. Come to bed with me, Cecily. I know enough to make it easy for you."
She stared at him blankly. "Tate…" She touched his lean cheek hesitantly. He was offering her paradise, if she could face her own demons in bed with him. "This will only make things worse, whatever happens."
"You want me," he said gently. "And I want you. Let's get rid of the ghosts. If you can get past the fear, I won't have anyone else from now on except you. I'll come to you when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when the world falls on me. I'll lie in your arms and comfort you when you're sad #Quote by Diana Palmer

#31. I languish around in my life, never quite doing what I set out to do. I am tired of being a silver medalist, and tired of fighting uphill battles that I only sort of win. #Quote by Kim Gruenenfelder

#32. Alcohol is decisiveness juice. It's also bad idea punch, intellect intoxicant, insolence nectar, fighting fluid, boastfulness booze, smartass sauce, injury water, aggressiveness aqua vitae, felony-committin' firewater, and, of course, maybe above all else...depression drink. #Quote by Aaron Goldfarb