Depression Dark Death Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.

I. In the end, I guess I am just going to die alone again. Nothing has changed. Just an endless cycle of my death. I wish it was a different one. I really did try. It wasn't good enough. Nothing I do is good enough for anyone... I am so scared of the dark... I don't want to... I don't want to die... It is so lonely...

Sunny Life: “Desert is usually a gentle girl. Getting killed once make a lady a bitch!” Desert: “It’s none of your business. Dark Death, come out and explain. Why did you kill me?” Dark Death: “Do I need a reason to kill you?” Desert: “Can’t you give me a reason? Aren’t you fighting for Lucifer? Last time I saw you standing next to each other. I have a screenshot of it. Dark Death was standing beside Lucifer with invisibility. I just used a kill at that time so, I could see the hidden Phantasm.

she asks as I smirk leaning forward. " You wanna hear it ?" I ask, she nods happily. " Okay. Imagine, you get home today and witness the death of your husband and children right in front of you but your body couldn't move an inch to protect them. You turn around and your house, your happy comfort zone isn't there too. You turn to the other side and find nothing. Darkness , thick cruel and never ending darkness slowly covers you up. You try to think and then you realise . . . you can't think anything. Your mind is blank , it feels like a foreign place. Imagine being alienated in your own mind. What are you going to do ? Where will you go ? You don't know. Why ? Because you're scared of those

“Remember that death is not the end of me. It’s my beginning. I will haunt you even in your dreams.” Those were my last words before darkness devoured my mind and I no longer felt physical pain.

Suddenly, Phoenix stomped her walking cane on the floor and bellowed, “Cry? Why are you people crying? Can she come back alive with enough tears?” The entire room was instantly silent. The atmosphere grew so tense that no one dared to make a noise. “Grandaunt, my condolences. I believe Madam Dark wouldn’t want to see you crying over her head either. You must make peace with yourself and live a healthy life. That’s the best thing you can do for Madam Dark. Joan wiped her tears and pretended to console her. She added, “Madam Dark wouldn’t want us to be sad either. She would want us to find the killer and avenge her. She’s a loyal servant of the Quint family but she was rammed over by a truck i

“We’re going after them.” Soreth stared at her. “After what we just witnessed? That’s suicide.” Her gaze cut toward him, hard as obsidian. “It’s not suicide if Death itself demands it.” She turned toward the shattered window, watching the distant veins of gold snake through the dark horizon. “The world’s changing, Soreth. And if we don’t understand how…” She let the sentence die. The hum beneath their feet was rising again. “…then we’ll be buried with it.”

If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed. Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love. "The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end. Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to the nearest asylum.

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.

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.