Quotes About Death And Depression Novels & Stories

Touché. As we returned to the main hall of the temple where the arena was, more and more people appeared. They mostly stood around doing nothing. Some seemed to be chatting, but it was like that fake chatting extras do in the back of movie scenes. Without orders to carry out, they looked listless and kind of bored. Did the dead suffer from depression? “Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair to force these people to be undead?” I asked Joshaya, not really expecting him to feel anything for his minions but curious to hear how he would justify himself. It’s good to have a sense of which flavour of mad your psycho is.

“What?” “I’ve seen what loss does to people, Sofia,” he said. “There’s no greater pain on this earth than losing one of those four people. I know what it’s like to feel like the world should just stop, and like there’s nothing worth living for anymore. But I promise you, death is never a solution. That peace you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it buried six feet under.”

Now it’s my turn again. “Depression, that’s what we’re talking about. We rarely talk about this matter because we sometimes thought that whoever is depressed are ill. Is it an illness? No, it’s a state. A state where we no longer find meaning with everything that we do. We lose interest and we barely understand what’s going on around with you and your life. Suicidal thoughts, that is an alarming effect of depression and we have to talk about it. Sometimes we are placed in a situation where we don’t know who to talk to or who to approach to what’s going on with you if you couldn’t speak about it with your family or you couldn’t find comfort from a friend then, a stranger can listen to you and

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

My eyebrows furrowed, confused at the topic he just brought up, "What made you think about all this now?" He gave me a light shrug, "It's just when I saw you like that, when I thought you were going to die, it...it scared me even more." He said, "I think you are right, I think death hurts the people around us more than it hurts us," His gaze drifted away and a loud breath left him as an exhale, "Because even though I am so scared of death, at that moment," He looked back at me again, "I wished that I was the one in your place because...it would hurt less."

Death is not the End Don’t be ungrateful Life isn’t yours to keep forever Life is just a trip remember Anything that is born. has to die Yes It doesn’t matter If ur weak or strong,rich or poor, old or young Brilliant or dumb oh no. it took my father Death the great equalizer. No Don’t be scared death isn’t the end I tell you they is just a beginning from the end And from here we ride the journey of internal life. Internal life yes . peace of mind The soul never dies

It is not that I have a television on my house, I I can't even afford any food let alone buying appliances. But that is one of the day when i was passing in a television shop. There are tons of it and just right in timing, I was on my way home and a voice caught my attention. He said those words... 'You live as a poor person who can't buy foods and necessities, you end up dying. You live as a rich person who have everything on his life you will still end up dying. Not because you are intelligence and genius you can be exempted in dying. Not because you have a great voice and a famous singer, you can have your way and entertain death to not go after you. Not because you are a super star yo

I questioned. “How was I sure that Beatrice wasn't just right and this wasnt all of it. Then dying wouldn't be such a terrible option then would it? Maybe even a relief from spending the rest of my days expecting nothing and when I die all that I have will go to those who remain and not one of them will be a Xavier, a true Xavier”, I said to myself, sinking even deeper in my depression.

“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.

"How could you possibly die when you don't have depression?" Joel spat, "Depression is not the only condition that will cause death!" Rachel retorted, "You're probably just dealing with a slight cold. Don't act as if it's some terminal illness!" Joel felt a sharp pang in his heart. He struggled to maintain his composure. "That's right. It's just a slight cold." He continued, "A friend of mine recently started working in the body donation department. I'm just bringing something for her." Rachel asked, "Which friend of yours is that?"