Kay Redfield Jamison Quotes.

11. "lower dose, which, like the building codes in California that are designed to prevent damage from earthquakes, allowed my mind and emotions to sway a bit."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

12. "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."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

13. "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. The chance to escape from the reminders of illness and death, from a hectic life, and from clinical and teaching responsibilities was not unlike my earlier year as an undergraduate in St. Andrews: it gave me a semblance of peace that had eluded me, and a place of my own to heal and mull, but most important to heal. England did not have the Celtic, magical quality of St. Andrews—nothing, I suppose, ever could for me—but it gave me back myself again, gave me back my high hopes of life. And it gave me back, my belief in love."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

14. "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower, wrote Dylan Thomas,"
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

15. "There is no easy way to tell other people that you have manic-depressive illness; if there is, I haven’t found it."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

16. "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."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

17. "We have given sorrow many words, but a passion for life few."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, Exuberance: The Passion for Life

18. "Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. It is also tiresome. People cannot abide being around you when you are depressed. They might think that they ought to, and they might even try, but you know and they know that you are tedious beyond belief: you are irritable and paranoid and humorless and lifeless and critical and demanding and no reassurance is ever enough. You're frightened, and you're frightening, and you're "not at all like yourself but will be soon," but you know you won't."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

19. "If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?"
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

20. "There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you're high it's tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones. Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people. Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one's marrow. But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friends' faces are replaced by fear and concern. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against-- you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and enmeshed totally in the blackest caves of the mind. You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality."
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

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