Darkness Depression Quotes Novels & Stories

I hate it, I hate it here, I’ll continuing hating it. When in darkness, I sought light, now I’m in light, I seek darkness.

“A chance to do what? I can’t walk. I can’t lead the company. I can’t even hold a glass without shaking.” “You’re still Max,” he said. “But the world doesn’t need the one you pretended to be. It needs the one you’ve been hiding.” --- The Darkness Creeps In Silence fell again. Heavy. Crushing. “I don’t want to feel this way,” I whispered. “Like I’m already dead.” “You’re not,” Marco said. “But if you keep drinking yourself numb, you will be.” I reached for the bottle again. Unscrewed the cap. My hand trembled. I stared at the amber liquid, trying to imagine it would make everything disappear.

There is a darkness all around us that does not give back what it has taken, whatever curtain we lift at night, whatever stone we lift is despair... Darkness oozes from a vengeful gaze. It darkens everything. Darkness seeps into an addict's mind, drowning his entire soul in darkness.

This time when he speaks, his voice holds far more weight. ‘Even when the darkness tries to destroy you… remember that you stand for the light… no matter what form that darkness takes, withstand it.’ For the first time in my life, I’m rendered speechless. His words echo within my mind… He’s giving me a warning, but a warning of what?

“Keep going, we’re getting to your part.” “Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?” I take a breath and look at Tara. We are both crying. “Don’t stop. We need the full quote,” Tara said.

Most of the time I think they’re right, only some of the times I think I am worthy and capable of more. You described how darkness doesn’t last, but this far I have seen very little light. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to the darkness that I can’t even recognize the light anymore? Or that the light is too blinding, making me shut my eyes and making me unable to see? Or is that a bad metaphor? I am not very smart or can write as well as you can. Thank you once again for your letter. I hope that someday you’ll be able to share your pain with someone. Your best friend will be there to listen when you are, I am sure.”

I breathed in hurt. I heard if you are surrounded by light, surely must blend with the light. They say if the light seeks you, it consumes you.Too anxious and broken to speak out loud. Maybe I don’t want a form of clarity. Maybe my darkness has exceeded its limits the light can no longer consume me.

"Light always needs a source of energy, darkness does not need a source of energy. Therefore, darkness will always beat the light. One day when light disappears the darkness will prevail." --Smash Hits MELODY POV "What role will I play in taking down the bad boy trafficker?" Jordan asked before throwing another small pebble into the water. We watched in silence as the tiny stone fractured the surface of the water, creating big waves as it skated on the moonlit surface before settling with a tiny pop. The blackness under the sparkling surface swallowed it whole without mercy, stealing it from our sight and dragging it to the world of the unknown that lay beneath the pitch blackness. The waves

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

I could make it home again. And so what if I didn't? My life hadn't amounted to much in my almost twenty-one years as it was. I never did anything useful with it. I certainly had tried, but there had never been enough money or enough opportunity for a country kid like me. Every time things were going okay, a god damned bomb got dropped on me. I was almost able to balance student loan payments, rent, and car repairs, but no, now my friend was dead and I was going to be homeless. I felt horrible for lumping the two in the same thought, but it was true. I was fucked. My steps grew more determined as I walked. Let the darkness get me. I had nothing. I was nothing. If only I could let this fear g