Death And Depression Quotes Novels & Stories

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

“Just like any other setback I face, death is something I get upset about. I’m not happy about dying at all.” His answer surprised Akiko. It was difficult to believe Zen felt upset about dying from his actions. He always seemed very passionate about his goals, even after dying. It was as if nothing could stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to do. “I think you misunderstood my enthusiasm. It’s not that I don’t fear death or feel demoralised each time I wake up in the chapel. I’m just as depressed as anyone else in this dungeon. It was especially painful to know that it cost credits to revive, and walking back to my hunting spot was always a pain.”

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

“Used to be?” I look at Julian softly, afraid to touch on such a delicate subject, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Julian sighs, looking to the other corner of the room. “Jack’s death broke us. My mother especially. The thing about depression is that it always seems to sneak up like a shadow. It’s there, even when you think you’re over it, even when you’re fine and can’t feel it... It only takes one slip for it to come up again.” Julian says with painful familiarity, almost like he had suffered it himself. For some reason, I feel that he’s talking about himself more than about someone else.

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

He paused his lips, “But that's too far, we just started the week.” I nodded, “Yes, but the tension is too much right now. Think about it – you die and your friend, like family, bakes a cake and makes a parfait to celebrate a weird union immediately after your death like you mean nothing. Would you feel wonderful about it? You’d be angrily dancing Cuban Rumba in your grave, which by the way would be a very small space. That's selfish if you ask me and disrespectful, you need to learn to respect the dead.” “You mean a lot to me…”

Saying I was depressed as Lancelot for a mere several weeks is an understatement. “Then, a fear struck me. What will happen to me when I die? I didn’t even have any close families to mourn my death. No parents, no spouse, not even children. I will die with no trace of my existence in this world.” Was what I thought of as Sakamaki Yuu. Being depressed holds me back from doing a lot of things. Finding love, creating a family, all the things I’ve dreamed of doing felt like a mirage that I saw in dreams. Exist, but unachievable.

The idea of dying... it's like staring into a dark abyss, wondering what lies beyond. Am I ready for it? Is anyone ever truly prepared to let go of everything they know? It's as if life is this intricate tapestry, woven with memories, experiences, and dreams, and death is that final thread that could unravel it all. I've heard people say that death gives life meaning. That the inevitability of our mortality forces us to seize the fleeting moments and savor them. Is that why we laugh, love, and strive to make a mark? To counteract the impending darkness?

This bomb is about to blow, Dipshit! He looks at me and says in a singsong voice "I know" Then he looks back at the road "What's so important about living anyway?" "The fuck?!" God don't tell me he's having one of his depressive episodes "Snap out of it, idiot! I'd answer that question when I can finally move!" He says nothing. "Would you seriously want to die on the road, of all poor places?!" That wakes him up A disgusted look fills his face "Oh, hell no. I'm dying on a runway strut of some fabulous fashion show where the whole world would be marvelling how graceful I am even at death!" And then he presses the gas again.

What does he mean by spirit of death? Am I going to die?