Depression Dark Death Quotes Novels & Stories

"The winter. The cold. The short days. The long nights. The way everything dies and does not come back for months. The way I feel like I am dying too. Not physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The way the dark makes me feel like nothing matters." "That is depression." "I know." "Are you depressed?" "I do not know. I am sad. But sad is not the same as depressed. Sad has a reason. Depressed just... is. And I have a reason. The roses are gone. The light is gone. The warmth is gone. That is a reason." "That is a reason to be sad. But is it the reason?" I look at him. "What do you mean." "I mean. Is it really about the roses. Or is the roses just the thing you are pointing at because pointing at

I paused for a moment thinking about that place. “When you are dead, the kind of darkness that swallows you is the kind that leaves you with no hope at all. It leaves you broken and desperate. For some noise, something to tell you that you are not alone, that there is something else there besides you, but the silence is defining to a point that you can hear the pin drop.”

“ I will die, but I promise you that I will not be alone. I will take down this wretched world with me. If I can't live, no one else will be allowed to live. Let's all die together!” With those chilling words, Drakoen summoned the last of his power. From the deepest pit of the world, shadows came out and swirled in the air. Outside the barrier, dark clouds gathered in the air, covering the light. The clouds rumbled and thunder roared, crackling in the sky. It was a bad omen. Everyone watching knew that something bad was about to happen but none of them knew what it was. They were unaware that their doom was near and more imminent than ever.

We witnessed entirely mutilated dead bodies of individuals. "I've already given up. I had already given up hoping and trying. I welcomed death not because I wanted it, but because it was my only choice. Everything shall fade away after death. Death will save me. Death will make everything better. Death will make me forget the hell I'd been through. I crave death. I desperately wanted it. Nobody will notice my death, no one will care. I'll drag this cruel world with me into hell, and I'll make sure of it," Raven stated emotionless, with blood streaming from her eyes.

"Are, I think... I don't deserve to sit on the throne of the light if right now... I am witnessing my mother's people taken away, slaved, and killed. Their screams, cries, their pain... always play in my head. But I know, this was still the start, bless me Your Majesty and I will take what's yours. And I fall, don't bring me back." The air was filled with silence, which may be unsettling. It's frightening to see a phantom slice of emptiness. Perhaps the quiet that follows a storm, surrounded by a visual show of devastation. You may compare that to someone's beating heart being plucked from their chest. One second your heart is racing, the next it is silent and still. Dead quiet has a resolut

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

I am shredded by the sharp razor of hurt I can no longer bleed anymore. Dear you, as you are reading this, I fear I might be kissing the last breathe of air of my sanity goodbye in any moment. Dear you, I feel like my days are being numbered in the land of the light. And dear you, I feel like if this darkness consumes me, I’ll be stuck in the dark forever. Alone, scared, lonely. Bare. **

Waiting for the miracle that you will come back. Why was life so cruel? Cruelty breaks my heart. How can I walk in darkness? If the light of my life wasn’t here? How can I move on? If my foot was excavated six feet underground? How can I live? If I was choked with depression? Do I need to end our last love song? So that I could finally say those seven letters to you? Goodbye. As he finished the song. Greg just leaned over and leaned back in his chair. The Boss cut the recording and stood up to stare at Greg but it was still bent over.

He just don’t matter anymore. So long he could drink to his heart's content, it doesn’t matter anymore. Still, something inside him itches, a complicated feeling he couldn’t comprehend… In the darkness of his heart lays a familiar face along with his own feelings sealed. Just when he’s about to die. It’s all he could’ve thought of. Not his demise nor his fall but that familiar feature, that unprecedented smile, his disgusting smile along with his eyes that look at him as if he’s trash. Just that and yet…

If I depart this world, I'd like to do so with you. I love you, Quentin. It took death to make me realize that. If there's anyone I'm dying besides and because of, I'm glad it's you. You were right when you said we're bound together for life, I can't escape you because even in death, you pull me in. Let's not fight this anymore, Quentin. Let's let the dark pull us in, let's walk away from this life together and see what the next brings for us. Not all love stories can be the same because this one's only a tragedy. ~~~