Depression Quote by Sylvia Plath

“Barefooted on the slick brick walk I rushed to where I could breathe in the cool breath from the interior of the springhouse. On…

— Eudora Welty

“On my first evening in the back country, I skipped down the porch steps of the farmhouse-leaving my father inside and the radio playing…

— Mitch Cullin

“I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;--then at last the…

— Erich Maria Remarque

“It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain. In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.”

— Karen Hesse

“The place was a truck stop town. Large 18 wheelers lined the sidewalks and cafes. Giant diesel motors roaring their exhaust into the cloudy…

— Jaime Allison Parker

“Though day, the crickets called in the grass; my mother’s singing rose from the camp. I lifted my arms; I could not help it.…

— M.T. Anderson

“Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and…

— Donna Tartt

“With each mile we put behind us, I felt the air grow lighter in my lungs. It was as if the city had been…

— Suzanne Rindell

“The fact that Cincinnati thought I resembled him in any way sickened me. It made me want to run and hide. When I was…

— Ruta Sepetys

“I take the long way home and circle the neighborhood. The leaves have started to fall and collect in small heaps under the carefully…

— Julie Buxbaum

“The air is so clean out here, so fresh. Reminds me of when I was a little girl in Georgia." Then she took More…

— Augusten Burroughs

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,…

— Elizabeth Enright