Darkness Depression Quotes Novels & Stories

Her Pov: I’m so tired… utterly drained. I don’t even know how long I’ve been trapped in this endless void of darkness. Is this what the afterlife feels like? A suffocating abyss where time has no meaning, and hope is but a distant memory? I’ve been wandering through these shadowed corridors, my footsteps echoing in the silence, searching—desperately—for a single glimpse of light. But no matter how far I go or how hard I try, the darkness stretches on, infinite and unyielding.

A lot of secrets. Sometimes instead of the light that comes through... it's the darkness. I get so depressed that I don't want to eat. I just lay in my bed and cry, not being able to move. Not being able to talk. I lay in the dark and think about suicide. Thinking about ways, I would kill myself. I could slit my wrists. I could take a bottle of pills. I could lay out in the middle of the road at night when everyone goes to bed waiting for a car to run over me.

I probe to get him to continue. “The former princess has tried to kill herself in order to escape the torment of her father. Nora stopped her twice from doing it. This darkness I’ve seen it before in others. Sometimes it’s because they have experienced intense trauma, sometimes due to the environment they are in, and other times it’s just their brain is different. Those with this darkness they struggle daily. Some days are better. They can be happy, but they also have bad days. Bad days involve sometimes attempting suicde. They believe they are worthless, the emptiness inside eats at them, they often feel alone, unloved, and death is better than living. Sometimes their mental state can be so

The normal rush of it dulled by my aching heart. After a few moments that’s it. All the souls in the forest. Dead. Darkness rises up and rushes towards me from all directions. My form flinches with each new hit of the darkness. Charging me up but not enough - not enough. I’m so tired. I’m broken and tired. My heart feels like an anchor, sinking me lower and lower. Despair seizing my soul. My eyes blink furiously, fighting the darkness threatening to take over.

After all that I have done even death doesn't wants my soul) there's bitterness in his voice. "Non passa giorno in cui non rimpiango le mie azioni, la vita sarebbe stata così bella se tu fossi qui, mio ​​raggio di sole, hai portato la mia luce con te, non mi resta altro che oscurità" (No day goes by when I don't regret my actions, life would've been so much beautiful if you were here, my sunshine. You have taken my light with you, I'm left with nothing but darkness) he sits up once again, his body is slumped in grief.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

“Well, that’s new.” The painting portrayed a woman pointing a flashlight into a dark corner only to illuminate a man who was holding up his hand to shield himself from her. The poor dude looked as if he had an abundance of hair, long mane, shaggy beard and all. Or maybe it was a bear, not a man. I wasn’t sure. But he definitely didn’t want her looking at him. The quote next to the painting read: Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

I said as I ignored her question. “I said I’ve gotten better, not that I was healed. Downers don’t help. That’s why I don’t go out drinking with people…you’ve seen what happens.” I had. Years of repression, of sadness and despair, came pouring out of her. Darkness that she drowned in. She risked the memories for a few hours of shutting it all down. “Yes, but that also shows you aren’t better.” “You make me better,” she whispered. I froze. No. No, no, no.

"Yeah… Esperanza has this habit of sitting in the dark or a poorly lit room whenever she’s sad or in a bad mood." I glanced at Esperanza. "Why is that?" Esperanza hesitated before answering. "I find it comforting," she admitted. "It… I don't know, but it kind of physically represents the darkness I’m feeling at that moment." I nodded slowly, processing her words. "Oh… that's—" I paused, debating how to phrase my next question. "Are you depressed?" Esperanza scoffed. "Nah, not at all. Why should I be?"