Depressing Sayings Novels & Stories

"I am so ashamed." "What are you ashamed of? Stop thinking. Just do what you do best. Besides, you're depressed right now. I know. That's why you need your rest. You can go crazy with your thoughts and your shame. You even have the look of a madman right now. So to keep that from happening, you need to take more walks, admire nature, and be happy to see how your son is changing every day." "I don't even know what to say," Adelard said. "Don't say anything. I know what you want to say. You'd better not say anything."

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

“So you’re saying this is my fault? That I... want to fail?” “No.” My wolf’s voice softens, hardly more than a whisper now. “I’m saying that you can’t let this single setback plunge you into another depression.” I stand, leaving the stain on the floor, deciding that it’s a problem for future Abby. “I’m just… Tired,” I say, flopping down onto the couch again. “It’s not fair.” “Nothing is fair. It doesn’t mean you just give up and wallow when things go your way.”

Jared, don’t worry about me. I have been through so much in my life and this is something that can’t make me depressed. I have refused, I will never get weak in my life again. I feel that with each trouble I go through because of me and you, I become even stronger” she replied.

“And I do not want you to bother at all. None of it will help me feel better.” “I am not trying to make you feel better. I am saying the truth. You did not get the opportunity to be trained, so do not expect that you can control me now. All the rage, all the hate, all the bitterness you carried for years, you let it go to waste and accepted this pitiful and depressive feeling.”

A maid ladened my plate with my choice of food and I began munching on it. "Wanna talk about it?" She asked. "After dinner," I replied. After dinner, Grandma led us to her study and we sat for a brief convo. "So, how was today?" Grandma inquired. "It was exhausting," I replied. She shook her head in disapproval, "Business can never be exhausting." I instantly remembered the word she always taught me to use. "It was fulfilling." She nodded, "Good. You should never be pessimistic. That is the beginning of your downfall."

] Big N: [Does your mother really have depression? E: [Do you think I'll curse my mother?] His mother had depression when he was terribly sick. Big N: [Okay then! Seeing how pretty she is and how nice she looks when she smiles, I really won't know that your mother has depression.] E: [Your mother is a truly spirited person too. I didn't notice that she has high blood pressure as well.] Big N: [Bro, it's pointless arguing. Can we find a way to settle this problem?]

Death said and saw in front of me. “I’m being weak again Death, I’m crying again.” I said. “No, that is not true. Peace, crying doesn’t mean you’re weak, remember? You told me that before.” Death said. “It’s normal to us to feel pain and it’s normal to cry when it’s already too much.” He added “I’m trying to say that to myself, Death…but I always failed to make myself believe it.” I said sob.

"We should talk," "We should," Her husband murmured as he placed a kiss on the 1-year-old's temple, running his fingers through his hair. "It's not bad to be depressed, you know," Nicole spoke softly, rocking the baby against her chest. "It's alright to go into depression; I would have if I were in your place,"

I say softly. He chuckles genuinely. That’s the reaction I was hoping for. He looks pleased. “You think I’m hot?” He asks comically. His voice sounds raspy. I laugh lowly. “I mean..you’re alright.” I say jokingly. He smiles brightly and sits up on the bed. I sit up too. “I’m sorry.” I say again. I didn’t mean to get him all depressed. I have been depressed for a very long time and I don’t want anyone feeling that kind of darkness.