Top 200 Kay Redfield Jamison Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “I had a horrible sense of loss for who I had been and where I had been. It was difficult to give up the high flights of mind and mood, even though the depressions that inevitably followed nearly cost me my life.”

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102. “The complexities of what we are given in life are vast and beyond comprehension.”

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103. “I understood very little of what was going on, and I felt as though only dying would release me from the overwhelming sense of inadequacy and blackness that surrounded me.”

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104. “Then, suddenly, I was unpredictably and uncontrollably irrational and destructive. This was not something that could be overcome by protocol or etiquette. God, conspicuously, was nowhere to be found.”

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105. “The simultaneous existence and shared residence of such opposite moods and feelings is well-illustrated by Franz Schubert’s assertion that whenever he sat down to write songs of love he wrote songs of pain, and whenever he sat down to write songs of pain he wrote songs of love.”

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106. “While she might not have opted for this illness, neither does she entirely regret it; she prefers, as she writes so movingly, a life ofpassionate turbulence to one of tedious calm.”

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107. “I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on.”

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108. “The great imaginative artists have always sailed “in the wind’s eye,” and brought back with them words or sounds or images to “counterbalance human woes.” That they themselves were subject to more than their fair share of these woes deserves our appreciation, understanding, and very careful thought.”

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109. “Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were.”

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110. “Slowly the darkness began to weave its way into my mind, and before long I was hopelessly out of control. I could not follow the path of my own thoughts. Sentences flew around in my head and fragmented first into phrases and then words; finally, only sounds remained.”

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111. “I had a terrible temper, after all, and though it rarely erupted, when it did it frightened me and anyone near its epicenter. It was the only crack, but a disturbing one, in the otherwise vacuum-sealed casing of my behavior.”

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112. “I think that for thousands of years people have made the observation that there are certain kinds of extreme depressive states that seem to be more likely to produce philosophers, people in the arts, unusually brilliant scientists.”

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113. “Most people don’t have the advantage of being able to evaluate their doctor in advance.”

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114. “Others, the subject of this book, are likewise privy to their unconscious streams of thought, but they must contend with unusually tumultuous and unpredictable emotions as well. The integration of these deeper, truly irrational sources with more logical processes can be a tortuous task, but, if successful, the resulting work often bears a unique stamp, a “touch of fire,” for what it has been through.”

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115. “Thank you for a lovely weekend. They tell me it rained.”

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116. “Nothing good comes out of depression.”

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117. “Grief, however, creates a strange sensitivity. The world is too intense to tolerate: a veil, a drink, another anesthetic is required to blot out the ache of what remains. One sees too much and feels it, as Robert Lowell puts it, “with one skin-layer missing.”

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118. “Given that, it turned out to be unnervingly easy to keep my friends and family at psychological bay: “To be sure,” wrote Hugo Wolf, “I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk, too, before others quite reasonably, and it looks as if I felt, too, God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds.”

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119. “In some cases, some people do get depressed in the middle of their grief and they really need to be treated for depression.”

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120. “Melancholic, although often sardonic, mixtures of emoitions-foreboding, aloneness, regret, and a dark sense of lost destiny and ill-used passions-are woven throughout Byron’s most autobiographical poems, especially Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Lara, and Manfred. Perturbed and constant motion, coupled with a brooding awareness of life’s impermanence, also mark the transient and often bleak nature of Byron’s work.”

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121. “I am by temperament an optimist, and I thought from the beginning that there was much to be written about suicide that was strangely heartening.”

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122. “We each move within the restraints of our temperament and live up only partially to its possibilities.”

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123. “Manic-depression distorts moods and thoughts, incites dreadful behaviors, destroys the basis of rational thought, and too often erodes the desire and will to live. It is an illness that is biological in its origins, yet one that feels psychological in the experience of it, an illness that is unique in conferring advantage and pleasure, yet one that brings in its wake almost unendurable suffering and, not infrequently, suicide.”

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124. “Parents also seriously underestimate the extent of depression in their adolescent children.”

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125. “Now I had no choice but to live in the broken world that my mind had forced upon me.”

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126. “It is true that I had wanted to die, but that is peculiarly different from regretting having been born. Overwhelmingly, I was enormously glad to have been born, grateful for life, and I couldn’t imagine not wanting to pass on life to someone else.”

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127. “Like my father, I looked up rather more than I looked out.”

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128. “But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine. As John Donne has written; it is not so pure and abstract as one might once have thought and wished, but it does endure and it does grow.”

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129. “I did not wake up one day to find myself mad. Life should be so simple.”

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130. “He, like my father, had a deep love for natural science, and he would discuss at length how physics, philosophy, and mathematics were, each in their own ways, jealous mistresses who required absolute passion and attention.”

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131. “For someone with my cast of mind and mood, medication is an integral element of this wall: without it, I would be constantly beholden to the crushing movements of a mental sea; I would, unquestionably, be dead or insane.”

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132. “It took my year in England to make me realize how much I had been simply treading water, settling on surviving and avoiding pain rather than being actively involved in and seeking out life.”

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133. “I was one of many who owed their lives to the black circles and squares in Schou’s family tree.”

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134. “No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one’s dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable. Madness, on the other hand, most certainly can, and often does, kill love through its mistrustfulness, unrelenting pessimism, discontents, erratic behavior, and, especially, through its savage moods. The.”

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135. “Much like crossing the Bay Bridge when there is a storm over the Chesapeake, one may be terrified to go forward, but there is no question of going back.”

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136. “But then as night inevitably goes after the day, my mood would crash, and my mind again would grind to a halt.”

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137. “I have seen the breadth and depth and width of my mind and heart and seen how frail they both are, and how ultimately unknowable they both are.”

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138. “Manic-depression is a disease that both kills and gives life. Fire, by its nature, both creates and destroys.”

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139. “I have often asked myself whether, given the choice, I would choose to have manic-depressive illness. If lithium were not available to me, or didn’t work for me, the answer would be a simple no – and it would be an answer laced with terror. But lithium does work for me, and therefore I suppose I can afford to pose the question. Strangely enough I think I would choose to have it. It’s complicated.”

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140. “It was one of those still, clear moments when you realize that you haven’t understood anything at all, that you have had no real comprehension of the other person’s world.”

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141. “Even so, what I read often disappeared from my mind like snow on a hot pavement.”

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142. “These comings and goings, this grace and godlessness, have become such a part of my life that the wild colors and sounds now have become less strange and less strong; and the blacks and greys that inevitably follow are, likewise, less dark and frightening... But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.”

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143. “I kneeled without ecstasy, prayed without belief, and felt as a stranger.”

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144. “We are all, as Byron put it, differently organized.”

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145. “Two other patients were waiting for their doctors, which only added to my sense of indignity and embarrassment at finding myself with the roles reversed – character building, no doubt, but I was beginning to tire or all the opportunities to build character at the expense of peace, predictability, and a normal life.”

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146. “My mind was flying high that day, courtesy of whatever witches’ brew of neurotransmitters God had programmed into my genes, and I filled page after page with what I am sure, thinking back on it, were very strange responses.”

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147. “People say, when I complain of being less lively, less energetic, less high-spirited, “Well, now you’re just like the rest of us,” meaning, among other things, to be reassuring. But I compare myself with my former self, not with others.”

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148. “An ardent temperament makes one very vulnerable to dreamkillers, and I was more lucky than I knew in having been brought up around enthusiasts, and lovers of enthusiasts.”

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149. “What in the hell are you doing running around the parking lot at this hour?” he asked. A not unreasonable question.”

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150. “I have no idea how I managed to pass as normal in school, except that other people are generally caught up in their own lives and seldom notice despair in others if those despairing make an effort to disguise the pain.”

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