Ned Vizzini Quotes

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself

That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.

I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.

Dr. Barney stared at me, his lips puckered. What was he so serious about? Who hasn’t thought about killing themselves, as a kid? How can you grow up in this world and not think about it?

I'm smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

Ski. Sled. Play basketball. Jog. Run. Run. Run. Run home. Run home and enjoy. Enjoy. Take these verbs and enjoy them. They're yours, Craig. You deserve them because you chose them. You could have left them all behind but you chose to stay here. So now live for real, Craig. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live.

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

The absolute worst part of being depressed is the food. A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships. I don't think your relationship with your parents is that important. Some people never know their parents. I don't think your relationship with your friends are important. But your relationship with air-that's key. You can't break up with air. You're kind of stuck together. Only slightly less crucial is water. And then food. You can't be dropping food to hang with someone else. You need to strike up an agreement with it.

I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.

Life can't be cured, but it can be managed.

I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.

If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away

It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

I work. And I think about work, and I freak out about work, and I think about how much I think about work, and I freak out about how much I think about how much I think about work, and I think about how freaked out I get about how much I think about how much I think about work.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

My brain was all right back then; it didn't get stuck in ruts.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

A person's relationship with food is one of their most important relationships.

Some of the most profound truths about us are things that we stop saying in the middle.

A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

I think you run out of 'I love yous

That made me happy. That was my Anchor.

People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.

It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.

deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.

They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important -- everybody knows that; the TV tells you so -- but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

I had hurt her feelings, I found out later; I didn’t know I had that power.

The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.

And when you say the truth you get stronger.

Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.