Quotes About Death And Depression Novels & Stories

"They say I'm the one who's driving everyone away. It might be true. I went through periods that I don't recommend to anyone. I'm not just saying it physically, but psychologically as well. To this day there are days when all I want most in the world is to stop breathing. And that's terrible. I know. It's terrible that I'm wasting my life, while there are children who do everything to live and don't have the same conditions. But my head has become as big a mess as anything in my life. But they don't understand.” "Do you have depression? "Questioned the stranger. I shook my head, in doubt. "Well, most people who go to my bar believe that there is nothing more therapeutic than laughing while f

He cupped my face as I frowned. “Death is the exception to that though, my love. No one can outrun death. We all die someday. It’s just part of the natural order of life... Stars die. Flowers die. People die. It’s sad I know but death has to happen so birth can happen. It’s just a cycle and we are all in that never-ending loop. I hope my death is really far off in the future but if something were to happen to me, you have been such a beautiful star in the night sky for me. It shines so brightly through the darkness.” He smiled lovingly as I kept crying.

“Kaffe, or whatever your name is.” He tilted his head, studying me. “You have a sharp mouth, Asher. But you wouldn’t even reach the gates before you die.” I threw my hands up, my voice rising. “Why is everyone here so obsessed with death?” Kaffe’s face grew serious, his voice lowering. “Because death here is like anything else,” he said. “It is normal. It is close. Sometimes it is easier than breathing.” “You must be crazy,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m leaving.”

The veins in his temple are popping because of the madness he feels. "Von, just accept the reality!" "You know nothing about losing your family!!" "I know! But what I am stating is that dead people are DEAD! THEY WON'T COME BACK ANYMORE!!! SO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT THEY ARE DEAD!!! AND FOCUS ON THE PRESENT!! TO THE PEOPLE WHO CARE FOR YOU!! BECAUSE IN THAT STATE, YOUR DEAD FAMILY WILL BE HAPPY FOR YOU TOO!!

We're standing a few inches away, facing the lake and looking at the beautiful ducks floating. "Death is a slow poison", she says after a while. "Not to the person who dies— but to those whom the person leaves behind. The poison gradually sucks out happiness from a living one and makes them crave dying. If we start giving importance to death, mourning instead of celebrating their lives, death wins" Her deep words consume me, filling the voids inside and making me realise how badly I need to come out of the realm that has surrounded me. I close my eyes, going back to childhood— the moment which changed my life forever.

I said For deep down I knew, I couldn't bear the atmosphere and all that had happened. And I think he knew it too, giving me a tight hug as if I were his cousin James. Genuine care it was, I see him in you ' he said. And I feel her around us, watching in amazement. I got to know him personally when I hit my depression phase. He'd say something like "we are a dying generation, but that doesn't necessarily mean we aren't worthy of a life filled with joy and happiness. And now I think, I understand what he might have meant.

“Come on, just a sip.” “Oh…no.” I insist. “Yeah…I want to… feel this ‘feeling’ sober. I guess you could say that.” I finish as I gesture at the gravestones around us. “Nothing gets people recognising their mortality like the dead and dying.” He utters before taking a swig. “So, how do you deal with this?” “‘This’ as in existential depression?” “No!” I chuckle slightly. Have we ever had such a light conversation before? It feels good.

He shakes his head slightly. "Well, I second the break-up idea." I walk over to scoop up my jeans where Kadeem tossed them. "I can handle pain just fine, too," I say airily. I pause, trying to look smart and contemplative before I recite something that popped up on my social media feed that morning: "'What is to give light must endure burning.'” He blinks at me. “That's Viktor Frankl," I add haughtily. He scrutinizes me, then casts me a wry look, before sitting down to put on his shirt. He mumble-sings something as he does.

Tara didn’t respond, she knows whatever sad story he has to say to her, won't work on her. “I’ve been battling depression for a long time,” he said. “Long before my father died. I take my meds. I do what I’m supposed to do. But his death… it triggered something. That day, at the hospital… I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t function properly.” She looked at him, her face unreadable.

Although rejection is some of the worst pain it’s nothing compared to when your mate dies. When your mate dies it’s like your whole life dies along with them. You struggle to see a life outside of them, the depression and pain dragging you in depths that seem impossible to escape. From what I’ve heard the only people that can push themselves forward are the ones with young kids because they realize their children still need them. Otherwise, most people either let themselves waste away or they commit suicide. My dad says, “You’re right, Lux. I’m sorry. I should’ve been out looking for you.”