Deep And Depressing Quotes Novels & Stories

And you are staring. You are not depressed. Yet, maybe sometimes, you don’t want to live. Nothing serious. But you just imagine the world without your presence. And maybe, that is exactly where the problem starts. Even if you cannot figure out where it lays.

Amber spoke with seriousness, "I am fucking devastated, so devastated, destroyed and broken and dead from inside that I have become numb. I don;t have anymore tears left to cry, I don't have energy to be sad, I don't have the strength to endure depression, I have became numb to everything. I am smiling because I can't cry anymore, my tears have all dried up, I am not sitting in a corner and staring outside the window like a depressed soul that I am is because I have done that for a lot of years and I am done.

I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it. I feel so alone and broken I have never felt this way before. Why is it all happening? Is it my fault? Atleast give me a reason, for what am I blaming myself for? I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. I just need a long tight hug. To cry my eyes out.. But when I look around I have no one to rely on I have stopped talking lately and no one seems to notice that I have been quite lately...

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

In the chaos of my thoughts, I found solace in the sanctuary of his arms. -Unknown. |Z Y R A| As I contemplate the deadly shadow of lung cancer that looms over my best friend, I find myself on the precipice of despair. The weight of disappointment in myself bears down like a heavy shroud, threatening to smother my icy, stoic demeanor.

Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness. “Good quotes,” said Jane, touching her cheeks. 'RI' Jane thought keep repeat the initials of the painter. “RI, makes paintings look so deep, it's enough to make me want to cry,” she muttered quietly. “Also, the quotes, it's sound like you have to let it something that doesn't belong to you. It might be sad for a moment or for a couple of times, but future bright and happiness will come soon after the sadness,” said Jane bubbling alone in front of that painting.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with bitter laughter. I was losing my grip. I stumbled to my feet, shattering the vase on my dresser. The sound of breaking glass was cathartic. More. I flung open my closet, ripping clothes from hangers. Sobbing, I tore through my room, destroying everything. Papers, books, photos – all scattered, shredded. My reflection stared back from the shattered mirror. A stranger, broken and shattered. I collapsed amidst the chaos, exhausted. Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

she asks in a low, haunting voice that fucking guts me. Disappointment is a heavy burden, a sinking feeling that lodges itself deep within the heart. It's the bitter taste of hope turned sour, a shattered dream that leaves a trail of tears in its wake. It strikes like a sudden storm on a sunny day, catching you off guard and leaving you drenched in sorrow.