depressing

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
f5504d7	Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.	depressing peter-van-houten sad the-fault-in-our-stars	John Green
ac478e8	Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.	inspirational depressing	Robert Jordan
153b18f	...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.	depressing morbid	Mark Z. Danielewski
0b50331	Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.	broken dark depressing first-sentence relatable sad	Sarah J. Maas
030df7a	"No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face."	death depressing fred harry-potter j-k-rowling loss sad so-many-feels why	J.K. Rowling
84e49d2	I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.	depressing love	Orson Scott Card
2283cf9	And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.	dark depressing dreary fae falling-apart immortal sad trauma wounded	Sarah J. Maas
0fa043c	Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly laughed.	depressing introverted laughing lonely sad	Sarah J. Maas
25ca1dc	And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.	depressing	William Shakespeare
13e76e1	"Watching the hole in the ever-fading light. It's the size of a baby now, closing all the time. Narrower and narrower, until there's barely room to fit an arm through. I'm thinking about quenching the light before the hole shuts--this is just torture--when a face suddenly appears. It's Bran. The spell has passed and he's come back. He wants to get through, to be with me. But the hole's too small. He punches it, pulls at it, slips his fingers into the gap and strains with all his might--but it's no good. The rock continues to grind together. The hole gets smaller, the width of a finger now. At the last moment, Bran presses his mouth up to the hole and roars with raw pain and loss, at the top of his voice, " " It's the only time he's ever uttered my name. Anyone's name. His anguished cry stabs at my heart and tears spring to my eyes. I open my mouth to shout his own name back, to offer whatever small shred of comfort I can... but then the rock closes all the way and a fierce rumbling drowns out the echoes of Bran's cry. I stare at the solid rock. My mouth closes. The light fades. Darkness."	bran depressing runfast	Darren Shan
f798372	I'd have my happy ending, whether I deserved it or not. But this land, these people - they would have their happy ending too. The first few steps toward healing. Toward peace. And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.	depressing happy-ending inspirational self-help	Sarah J. Maas
595c27e	I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.	dark-sky death depressing depression doomed grey-sky lost-love morose mortality overcast pity sadness temporal	Joseph Conrad
bb144b3	Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they'd likely text with their last breath.	cell-phone depressing digital-age future phone sad text	Rebecca McNutt
080c3c2	"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."	bulb death depressing dim electricity empty explode eyes fluorescent friendship grief heart hospital i-love-you lobotomy loss love mental-hospital psychosurgery tragic	Rebecca McNutt
8d65542	They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the throttle lever forward. He made train noises and diesel horn noises but he wasn't sure what these might mean to the boy. After a while they just looked out through the silted glass to where the track curved away in the waste of weeds. If they saw different worlds what they knew was the same. That the train would sit there slowly decomposing for all eternity and that no train would ever run again	depressing post-apocalyptic the-end	Cormac McCarthy

f5504d7

Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.

depressing peter-van-houten sad the-fault-in-our-stars

John Green

ac478e8

Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.

inspirational depressing

Robert Jordan

153b18f

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

depressing morbid

Mark Z. Danielewski

0b50331

Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.

broken dark depressing first-sentence relatable sad

Sarah J. Maas

030df7a

"No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face."

death depressing fred harry-potter j-k-rowling loss sad so-many-feels why

J.K. Rowling

84e49d2

I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.

depressing love

Orson Scott Card

2283cf9

And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.

dark depressing dreary fae falling-apart immortal sad trauma wounded

Sarah J. Maas

0fa043c

Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly laughed.

depressing introverted laughing lonely sad

Sarah J. Maas

25ca1dc

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

depressing

William Shakespeare

13e76e1

"Watching the hole in the ever-fading light. It's the size of a baby now, closing all the time. Narrower and narrower, until there's barely room to fit an arm through. I'm thinking about quenching the light before the hole shuts--this is just torture--when a face suddenly appears. It's Bran. The spell has passed and he's come back. He wants to get through, to be with me. But the hole's too small. He punches it, pulls at it, slips his fingers into the gap and strains with all his might--but it's no good. The rock continues to grind together. The hole gets smaller, the width of a finger now. At the last moment, Bran presses his mouth up to the hole and roars with raw pain and loss, at the top of his voice, " " It's the only time he's ever uttered my name. Anyone's name. His anguished cry stabs at my heart and tears spring to my eyes. I open my mouth to shout his own name back, to offer whatever small shred of comfort I can... but then the rock closes all the way and a fierce rumbling drowns out the echoes of Bran's cry. I stare at the solid rock. My mouth closes. The light fades. Darkness."

bran depressing runfast

Darren Shan

f798372

I'd have my happy ending, whether I deserved it or not. But this land, these people - they would have their happy ending too. The first few steps toward healing. Toward peace. And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

depressing happy-ending inspirational self-help

Sarah J. Maas

595c27e

I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.

dark-sky death depressing depression doomed grey-sky lost-love morose mortality overcast pity sadness temporal

Joseph Conrad

bb144b3

Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they'd likely text with their last breath.

cell-phone depressing digital-age future phone sad text

Rebecca McNutt

080c3c2

"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."

bulb death depressing dim electricity empty explode eyes fluorescent friendship grief heart hospital i-love-you lobotomy loss love mental-hospital psychosurgery tragic

Rebecca McNutt

8d65542

They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the throttle lever forward. He made train noises and diesel horn noises but he wasn't sure what these might mean to the boy. After a while they just looked out through the silted glass to where the track curved away in the waste of weeds. If they saw different worlds what they knew was the same. That the train would sit there slowly decomposing for all eternity and that no train would ever run again

depressing post-apocalyptic the-end

Cormac McCarthy