Depression Dark Death Quotes Novels & Stories

I suddenly begin to hear the voices that makeup silence as I walk into the room. I suddenly understand how light could transfigure into darkness in just a blink of an eye. I suddenly understand how one second is enough to destroy years of hard work. I suddenly understand that death has always been lurking in the shadows. Awaiting the perfect time to steal life. I suddenly understand the fact that life is not defined by the existence of oxygen alone as in this very moment I am living yet dead. I now understand what it means to have your life yet the same life be dependent on the survival of another.

" I like them and the language. And the meaning; It means 'my soul is darker than night'. The other one is 'angels don't die'." " So your soul is dark? What inspired the angels don't die?" I ask as I draw random circles around his arm. " My soul is really dark babe. You gave me light." He says as he sits up to kiss my forehead and lay back down. I brought him light. Wow. " And what inspired angels doesn't die. I got shot and was supposed to die , I didn't. Found out God loves me a lot." He says and kisses my hair. I rest my head on his chest and kiss his chest.

Please, I don't wanna die like this. But then.. Everything went dark.

My vision glowed, my reflection burning back at me in glass somewhere, eyes lit with a wolf-light I couldn’t deny. “Lessie,” Ethan’s voice pleaded desperately. My lips parted. My voice was barely a whisper, carried on the edge of a breath. “Death… is coming.” And then, darkness claimed me.

The shadow figure whispered right at her very ears, “You must have realize... This is extermination. The game you played...” The shadow figure still there at the back, kneeled to the falling body in the ground. He is looking intently at her, and he smiled with a hint of reminiscence. His whisper still right behind her, “Dying, whether bloody or not, has no way of resurrection... We despair... and these comrades of mine becomes a bandits...just to prove that life is useless. Do you think it really useless, Miss?”

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

said Lucian to his sister with a laugh. ********* When Dark reached the office, he immediately sat on his chair and closed his eyes while pressing his head on the headrest. "You seem tired," said Trans. “A lot of judgment from those I picked up. Only two went up. ” Dark says not looking at Trans "It's a very different time now. Humans are challenging death, they are not afraid to die. They never think where they're going when they die. '' Trans said. Dark never said a word. He just relaxed while sitting. Dark's eyes opened within seconds. Trans knocked a big box over his table.

“Calm down! This is not the time to blame anyone. We should stop the news first-“ It was the uncle, the youngest uncle that he had been considering as his closest in the clown family of Noah. “Not blame anyone?! Uncle, that man died and everyone was feasting on it! Tell me how to calm down?!” This was the last event that I saw before a white light blinded me, pulling me like a strong magnet into a dark path… does heaven look this dark? Or was God throwing me to hell for being a depressed animal who only knew how to take his own life to end his suffering? Did my death cause everyone a burden? Even in my death… I am useless.

Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

"As much as I yearn for love and acceptance, I cannot forsake who I am and the responsibilities that come with it. Love should be a source of strength, not weakness." The figure's alluring facade melted away, revealing a flicker of disappointment and frustration. They transformed into a dark, ominous presence, embodying Rey's fear of death. The atmosphere grew heavy as the figure loomed over Rey, their presence suffocating. Shadows danced around them, whispering of inevitable demise and the uncertainty that lay beyond. "You cannot escape death," the figure hissed, their voice dripping with malevolence. "It lurks in every corner, waiting to claim you. Embrace the darkness, and it will free yo