Quotes About Death And Depression Novels & Stories

I had the table nailed to the floor. “No. This is payback for all the evil you’ve committed. I’d burn you myself, but I don’t have time to spare on you. Have fun screaming your lungs out. And just so you know, depression doesn’t necessarily mean suicidal thoughts all the time. I sure as fuck never wanted to kill myself except for the one time I took the bullet that was meant for you. Maybe you should have invested in this property much better. You wouldn’t have ended up here. Who got misled by pussy now?”

he pressed softly. “Ellen’s words… I don’t want us to end up with that fate. The thought of losing you…” I trailed off, unable to finish. “Shhh, don’t say that,” he murmured, gently stopping me. “I’ve learned something from my father: depression is living in the past, anxiety is living in the future, but happiness? Happiness is living in the present.” He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, his voice dropping to a tender whisper close to my ear.

Why now? Four months? I was already as good as dead. I’ve heard people say that depression kills faster than the disease itself, and just watching my future crumble to dust felt far worse than any physical pain. I couldn't let that happen to me. I had to make it count. Every single second.

Death,you have not defeated us for we will surely see again" he stressed the death and shakes his head before he continued talking. He took a small bottle of gin from his pockets. "You still drink that?" Lillian questioned like a child "Bad habits never gets too old" he smiled. "Hmmm,this feeling never gets too old,it brings back the old days,old days I wished to forget" Lillian spread her hands,closed her eyes and hugged herself. "I will never wish to forget my old days,Sola lives in me through them." Lillian imagined if this was how Mark would feel when she dies or if this was how she would feel if mark died. Mr Kayode closed his eyes,Lillian left him to find solace in his memories.

He paused his lips, “But that's too far, we just started the week.” I nodded, “Yes, but the tension is too much right now. Think about it – you die and your friend, like family, bakes a cake and makes a parfait to celebrate a weird union immediately after your death like you mean nothing. Would you feel wonderful about it? You’d be angrily dancing Cuban Rumba in your grave, which by the way would be a very small space. That's selfish if you ask me and disrespectful, you need to learn to respect the dead.” “You mean a lot to me…”

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

"Yes, Perer. If you would mind telling me, please do." "Today, I thought about my depression and how it has been eating me slowly. Do you know what depression is?" "Yes I do," the therapist replied. "Well," I continued. "My depression has been feeding on me slowly. It has taken total control of my body and it is washing me away. Today, I heard the sound of the drum in my bedroom. The sound was not sharp neither was it clear. It was just there. It was from the sound of the drum that I learnt how long it takes for someone to die before he realize he is dead."

Kyle turned to me and said, “There is your answer. Weren’t you wondering how I was so cool and indifferent even after hearing of death and a kidnapping?” “Oh” That was the only thing I managed to say as he elaborated. “Death is as constant as life. People around us are bound to die one day or the other. The sooner we accept that the better. These graves that you see…those were the people I used to know…care for…now they are no more…but I am above the ground and they are below. So, either I can grow strong and try to avoid any such further incidents or keep living in misery and sorrow.”

“I think you misunderstood my enthusiasm. It’s not that I don’t fear death or feel demoralised each time I wake up in the chapel. I’m just as depressed as anyone else in this dungeon. It was especially painful to know that it cost credits to revive, and walking back to my hunting spot was always a pain.” Yet, each time he died, Zen felt a little more empowered. “Each time I die, I think I become a little wiser,” he concluded. “Hence, I think of death as an investment and thank the gaming mechanics for not making it permanent. It would be horrible if I understood where I’d gone wrong and could not come back to make amends. Seeing it as a blessing to be able to return keeps me moving forward.

Lucy told him again. "You may have a schizophrenia, but it doesn't mean you can't live with a happy and meaningful life. Depression can kill our happiness in life, and our selves. I experienced Anxiety Amira, but this. I'm slowly resisting "It's not just other people who will help you." Lucifer preaches to him.