Dark Quotes About Life Novels & Stories

#Day 5 Tick tock, tick tock time goes on, but my life is stuck, my brain always going through a turmoil of emotions and storm of bitter memories, but my life has come to a stand still, you know why is that, because no matter how many storm comes, you still stand in the middle of it completely unaffected and rooted to your place, like a fucking stubborn leech, sucking my life out of me. ................................................. #Day 6 Today I looked myself in the mirror, I have wide black shadows under my eyes, I am loosing weight at the rate which will make me extinct from the face of Earth within a month or two. I am alive on sleeping pills which will put me to sleep to give way to

She will perish in the land of strangers. THEY say we only have one life, but they are incorrect. We live each day and die only once. So forgive while you still have the opportunity to forgive that person, hate less, and love more while you still have the opportunity. Because life is too short to take anything seriously. Be out of the ordinary and do things that make you happy and content.

I say walking towards the door, to leave my room. When I find myself on the threshold of this one I turn to look at him. "If you want to die cheated good for you. But one thing I do want to tell you, I really prefer to be the way I am and have few in my life, but valuable, than to have a herd of 'friends'" I say highlighting the quotation marks with my fingers "who love and adore you but as soon as you turn around they talk horrors about you. Although, truth be told, it's not like they're telling lies."

, maybe he has…, “You are nuts..”, I barely managed to say after a long while of silence, “Hear me out… I know a lot of things can go wrong with this…, a lot of pros and cons…, but hear me out”, “Are you nuts…? Not only will you be doing dark magic…, but you are also trying to get yourself killed…” “All for a good cause”, “So you expect me to believe that you’ll willingly sacrifice your life,” “I would if there’s no reason left to live…”

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole.

"You're the one who doesn't have many days left to live, Dante." I leaned in close enough for him to smell the victory radiating off me. "I want you to remember that until the end. Spend every conscious moment feeling sadness, anger, and regret. I hope you feel how helpless you are, rotting in prison and unable to do a thing until you die. I hope you realize exactly how pathetic your life turned out compared to where I started." His knees buckled. "Live a life worse than a bug until you fucking die," I whispered. "That's my real gift to you."

No one tells you that your life can change within a blink of an eye, by meeting the wrong man, making one bad decision or doing what you believe is right, but typically turns out to be the complete opposite. They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade... Whoever came up with that quote needs to be uppercut. How the fuck can I make lemonade in the predicament I now find myself in? No, fuck that and fuck the lemonade. What you need to do is, throw those damn rotten lemons back into the face of life.

“You think you’re strong? You’re the weakest person I’ve ever seen.” “You’re cursed. Everything you touch turns to ruin.” “You don’t deserve kindness. No one in this world owes you anything.” “You’ll never escape this life. You’ll die as nothing, just like you were born as nothing.” “You’re a parasite, feeding off the scraps of others because you can’t make anything of yourself.” “No one would cry if you disappeared tomorrow. They’d probably celebrate.” “You’ll never be good enough for anything or anyone.” “The world would be better off without someone like you in it.”

“Don’t say things like that.” “The one time you needed me I was too proud to help you. My pride almost killed you on more than one occasion.” His face was expressionless, but I could tell he was getting angry when his grip on the steering wheel tightened and his knuckles turned white. “The paradox called life. You are never really alive until you have a couple of close calls with death.” “Lee, don’t make jokes like that, especially about your life.” Ash sounded angry. I smiled happy that my whack sense of humor still annoyed him.