Darkness Depression Quotes Novels & Stories

I think I’m losing the battle because the darkness is getting bigger and bigger. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

He just needs to let it shine through. “If you say so.” He caught my hand in his and kissed each of my fingers softly. “I’m sorry I made you remember those things,” I said in a small voice. “I’m not,” he replied firmly. “I’m not sorry you did. You were right yesterday. You have to get lost in the dark to appreciate the light. My head is full of darkness, full of shadows and horrors, and then I look into your eyes. It’s like finding the light at the end of the tunnel – the light I never thought I’d find.”

ASHER'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about the girl I saw at Wade's office. I downed another cup of whiskey with a sigh. "What is wrong with you, bro? You never drink this much." My brother asked. "You needed to have seen her, Ryder. Her tears… Damn it! I felt like strangling Wade." I said as I imagined choking Wade to death. "You have to get yourself together. She's just an ordinary woman." My brother said, rolling his eyes.

I smiled and I felt my veins almost popping from all the strangling he did to me. "She told me that no matter how much of an evil person you are, she will never hate you for that." It is very difficult for me to speak. The feeling of losing your ability to breathe is slowly killing me. But seeing Meshka gradually affected by what I say is enough for me. "But not now," I added. I saw how eyes became bloodshot after hearing my words. Knight was right after all. We always have our own share of darkness, but in darkness, that's where the light is the most visible.

She was a shadow, drifting in an endless sea of nothingness, a forgotten soul in an abyss of despair. But something inside her refused to give up. A flicker of light, faint but persistent, burned in the depths of her soul. It was small, fragile, barely visible against the overwhelming darkness. But it was there. It had always been there, buried beneath the weight of fear and despair, waiting for the moment to rise. The First Darkness hissed, recoiling from the light. Its ancient voice trembled with something that might have been fear. "What is that? What have you done? That light—it should not exist. It cannot exist. It is impossible."

I'm alone, standing on the edge of the world, with nothing but the rain and the memories to keep me company. My heart is raining too. A constant, relentless downpour of grief, regret, and despair. And I don't know if it will ever stop. The darkness in my room is a comforting blanket. I haven't bothered to turn on the lights in days. The only illumination comes from the faint glow of the city outside, painting long, distorted shadows on the walls. I'm lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, lost in a haze of self-pity and regret. Empty bottles litter the room, a testament to my pathetic attempts to numb the pain.

So, I have to walk. As long as I see no light, I will be a wanderer till forever comes. For my sanity, I have to get out of this dreary place. Even though every ounce of my body knows that I am probably dead, I am still not keen on being in this darkness. So I am going in pursuit of some light to chase this darkness away. There is no way I will just sit back and allow this darkness to overwhelm me. I am not keen on being a mentally deranged ghost. I was perfectly sane when I was living. Then why should I allow the darkness to plunge me into insanity?

And as I surrender to the darkness, I can only pray that someday the dawn will come and bring an end to the endless night. As the darkness threatens to consume me, a glimmer of hope pierces through the veil of despair, like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. At that moment of clarity, I feel a surge of warmth and light flood my mind, banishing the shadows of my nightmares and illuminating the darkness with the promise of a brighter future.

The pitter-patter of the rain bounced off my windowsill with the sky dark and overcast filled with menacing clouds. My notebook is blank with the paper damp with my tears as I sit down near the window and scribble away my pain. There is something so beautiful about darkness, the distracting voices of other people diminish, it's when you see and feel what's deep within you where, you can be anything. It's when you look at yourself trying to have hundreds of conversations with yourself to figure things out, to somehow not drown in this sadness.