Quotes About Depression, Suicide, Life Being Shit

[motel rooms]

"And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead."
-- Nicolas Chamfort

 

[UseItOrLoseIt]

"I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided."

--Fernando Pessoa

 

[motel rooms]

"I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided."

You're fucked if you do, fucked if you don't...

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
He still remains...

-- Paul Simon

 

[eternalmelancholy]

"Life sucks and then you die."

Straight to the point.

 

[motel rooms]

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell

-- Aimee Mann

 

[motel rooms]

He said, "It's all in your head"
I said, "So is everything" but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love

-- F. Apple

 

[Celerity]

He said, "It's all in your head"
I said, "So is everything" but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love

-- F. Apple

That last line is so beautiful and true.

 

[motel rooms]

Beyond the duty and the discipline, I know there's anger in a cold place. All feelings fall into the Big Space, swept-up like garbage on the weekend.

-- S. Vega

 

[motel rooms]

My brain's the weak heart and my heart's the long stairs.

-- Modest Mouse

 

[motel rooms]

I wish I was like you, easily amused.
-- K. Cobain

 

[Celerity]

 

[Scribble Fan]

Life is pain, so is death.

Roadhog lol

 

[motel rooms]

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

-- T. Chapman

 

[BottomlessPit]

"Life is hell, and the sweet still night of absolute death is the annihilation of hell"
--Mainländer

"Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils, and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them."
--Giacomo Leopardi

 

[Largeletters]

Norman Bates:
You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

Marion Crane:
Sometimes, we deliberately step into those traps.

Norman Bates:
I was born into mine.

-Psycho (1960)

 

[motel rooms]

Nothing could bring me closer.
Nothing could bring me near.
Where is the road I follow
To leave, leave?

-- M. Stipe

 

[January-ish]

".......The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is." ~Sylvia Plath​

 

[motel rooms]

This place has no part for anyone who ever had a heart.
-- S. Colvin

 

[motel rooms]

On the surface simplicity, but the darkest pit in me. Swirling black lilies, a secret code carved... It is pagan poetry, pagan poetry...
-- B. Gudmundsdottir

 

[Superdeterminist]

 

[Largeletters]

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Sad, but true. I bookmarked this

 

[UseItOrLoseIt]

"I drift in and out of people's lives,
Like a feather in the breeze,
You never really know I'm there,
Until I start to leave,
I don't make my connections deep,
Because I'm scared of what I'll lose,
I don't try to compete with anyone else,
And I'll never make you choose,
I prefer to stick to the sidelines,
Because the spotlight hurts my eyes,
I hide behind a constant smile,
So you won't know it's a disguise,
People tend to forget I'm there,
When I'm in a crowded room,
I can disappear for days on end,
And I'm bound to do it soon,
Don't worry if you notice I'm gone,
I never meant to stay,
But I know that you won't miss me long,
I'll be forgotten in a day."

--Erin Hanson

 

[Largeletters]

"This is what I want so don't be sad."
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still

 

[Celerity]

"That a man who no longer wishes to live for himself must go on living merely as a machine for others to use is an extravagant demand."

- Arthur Schopenhauer.

 

[Ballehert]

"I had no children, I did not pass on the legacy of our misery to any creature." - Dom Casmurro by Machado de Assis

"I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody." - Rust Cohle (True Detective)

"I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming. Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight. Brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal." - Rust Cohle (True Detective)

 

[restforeternity]

Great quote but I'm still waiting to join the 45000...

 

[motel rooms]

The boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
And it sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't have now
And if he isn't, I certainly am

-- Suzanne Vega

 

[motel rooms]

I am lovely and meek
I am foul when I speak
I am strange when I'm kind
I am frying my mind
Am I, am I getting through?
(I don't care, I don't care!)
Jesus loves me, I know
For my Mom told me so
I'm a loser at love
I'm a flower in the mud
Am I, am I getting through?
(I don't care, I don't really care)

 

[motel rooms]

Look at my hands, priest. I have good hands. They are calloused and dirty, but they are good. They could have killed that ugly man, but they forgave. They chose to love and bleed for others instead. They worked tirelessly in these muddy, filthy fields. They nursed my wife when she fell ill and died. They held my boy and wiped his tears as he screamed for his mother. Now he is dead too and they are completely empty. Now they must bury him, find a rope and make a noose. Please leave. I know your secret, priest. I know that you don't believe in God anymore either.

-- A. Antunov

 

[Celerity]

Look at my hands, priest. I have good hands. They are calloused and dirty, but they are good. They could have killed that ugly man, but they forgave. They chose to love and bleed for others instead. They worked tirelessly in these muddy, filthy fields. They nursed my wife when she fell ill and died. They held my boy and wiped his tears as he screamed for his mother. Now he is dead too and they are completely empty. Now they must bury him, find a rope and make a noose. Please leave. I know your secret, priest. I know that you don't believe in God anymore either.

-- A. Antunov

Damn. What is this from?