Depression Dark Death Quotes Novels & Stories

“They are your feelings and you are entitled to them. My dad reminds me that it’s okay to not be okay. But it’s not okay to give up. Life sucks from time to time. We’re talking sucks worse than a dollar blow job.” She rubbed her belly again as the teens laughed. “But the sun comes out again. Little miracles happen. Dreams change and come true. You change. Life changes. You have to go through the darkness to see a sunrise.” “Do not go gentle into the dark night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Rachel Woodson, her one goth student, quoted. “Love me some Dylan Thomas.” Evie smiled as her alarm dinged. “I have agreed to stay after today if anyone wants to stay also. If you need to ta

Chapter 14 “There are those who are afraid of the dark, not just because it’s dark, but because of what’s inside the darkness.” — Timothy Long JORDAN POV “And then another one bites the dust. Hell must be freezing and demons fleeing with the way everyone is just getting hooked. Tell me, what in the world is going on? Is the earth running out of women or something?” Quin drawled smoothly before winking at me, the glass of whiskey lingering on his lips for a moment.

“Have to gun you down myself. Hate to even think about it though, so don’t go making me.” “I won’t,” I swear. “Still me here. Ain’t killed anyone I wouldn’t have offed while I was human. Now, I got one major question for you.” I hold his eyes. “You been depressing the shit out of me for years, Carm. I mean it. It ain’t what happened to you so much as the attitude. That ‘I’m basically already dead’. ‘I’d rather be dead than stuck in this chair’.” “I was beyond blotto when I said that,” he mutters in excuse.

Judging. Dawn stood before them. Before everyone. Before all witnesses. "I am Dawn. I was the First Dark. I chose existence. I became something. I loved. I connected. I mattered. And now I choose to end. Choose to die. Choose to sacrifice. Not because existence is terrible. Because existence is valuable. Not because something is painful. Because something is meaningful. Not because love hurts. Because love is worth dying for. My death proves this. My sacrifice demonstrates this. My ending shows this. Watch me. Feel me. Understand me. I die willingly. I die gladly. I die lovingly. Because existence is worth dying to protect. Because love is worth sacrificing to prove. Because meaning is worth

I was nothing. The deep pit of depression pulled at me throughout the hours as I lay on the cold hard ground. I couldn't pull myself up. I couldn't go on. I had killed Mila and now I had killed Remi. I let Kezia and Matei die. No matter what I did, I was never good enough to save the people I loved. I'd even killed my own mother. What was wrong with me? I was living ball of bad luck. Bad Karma. I raised my head. Had Karma done this to me? Was that the reason? I slowly pushed into a sitting position.

*“The true darkness stirs.” ---

You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence. “ Quod deum exstinguere vult, deum incendit. Corruptio vestra, est vis mea. Finis vester, est initium meum. Dii et mortales, omnes in meo favore sunt. Peritis in tenebris, et oblivio vestra vestra est gloria.” (What seeks to extinguish a god, ignites a god. Your corruption is my strength. Your end is my beginning. Gods and mortals, all are in my favor. You perish in darkness, and your oblivion is your glory.)

CRYSTAL POV Somebody said death is peaceful. It is as still as the night, filled with nothing but darkness. They say it is a reprieve from pain, suffering, and strife that life has graciously granted us, unrequested. I was a fool to believe them. Because none of what I felt was anything close to it.

The air was heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the acrid stench of liquor and broken dreams. Behind the bar counter, I stood like a specter, a harbinger of sorrow serving liquid poison to lost souls. The dim glow of crimson-hued lights accentuated the hollows beneath my eyes, reflecting the abyss that consumed me. The clinking of glasses echoed like a morbid chorus, each sound a discordant note in the symphony of despair.

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".