A Quote by Langston Hughes

Your explanation depresses me," I said. "Your nonsense depresses me," said Simple. — © Langston Hughes
Your explanation depresses me," I said. "Your nonsense depresses me," said Simple.
You're English," he said. "And I will therefore make certain allowances for you. I realize you don't understand you shouldn't argue with me, and so I'll explain it to you. Don't argue with me." Incredulous, she said, "That's it? 'Don't argue with me' is your explanation as to why I shouldn't argue with you?
I do talk less now because the sound of my voice saying over and over the things I said years ago embarrasses and depresses me. Why do I say the same things over and over?
When I can't write, it depresses me.
When I see a cheerful young man shrieking about how full of life he is, banging on a drum, and blowing on a tin trumpet, and speaking of his good spirits, it depresses me, since naturally it gives the contrary impression. It can't be real. It ought to be but it isn't. If the noisy person meant what he said, he wouldn't say it.
I hate junk food. It depresses me.
I don't want to play stinking, beer-ridden clubs. It depresses me even thinking about that. I really hate it when you're finished with a show and you're in your dressing room with that stink of beer and sweaty girls. It brings back an ugly picture for me. I'd hate to have to do that again.
The only thing that really depresses me is animal cruelty.
i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people
I remember when I interviewed at MSNBC, one of the first things they said to me was, 'In your tapes, you had a mustache, right?' I said, 'Yeah, I recently took it off.' I said, 'If you hire me, you get to decide if you want it or not.' They said, 'No, no, we're fine with it now.'
Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.
I just don't like cinemas very much. And when I do see a film it depresses me.
I have to travel for my work, so the idea of getting on planes depresses me. They give me frequent-flyer points, and I think, 'I don't want them, because I'm sick of flying!'
It kind of depresses me when people decide to move away. I get it, you want your kids to have somewhere to roam free or to recreate whatever your sort of childhood ideal was, but my kids are grand. I love LA because lifestyle wise, it's near the beach and mountains and it is great for kids but then it's a city built on an industry that, at the end of the day, is kind of facile.
What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.
I don't like to watch myself. For the most part, I find it weird. It depresses me; I'm very critical.
I worship teachers. They can't be paid enough. It depresses me that society sees them as somehow expendable.
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