Please Tommy. Please.-Newt, the Death Cure:'(

All too much of the man-made is ugly, inefficient, depressing chaos.

I can’t think of anything more disheartening than living a life without a clear purpose.

There is no greater despair, than to tread with care upon ice that is already broken

We make, see, and love films, not digitals. To convert all of our movies, home videos, theaters, photographs and television to digital would be like telling a painter to throw away his brushes and canvas...

Nothing is more depressing and more illogical than aggressive Christianity.

Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

I don’t like novels that end happily. They depress me so much.

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...

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...

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...

JASON: ‘Intended wings.’ How depressing.MICHAEL: Yes. Makes them into suicides, really, the pigeons.JASON: No – no, it doesn’t. It could mean the wings were ‘intended’ to carry them upwards, out of the darkness, but they...

Have you ever Googled yourself? I did, most depressing thing ever. People have websites hoping I die at 38.

Love isn’t about to show off or to go on dates. Its about being with a person who makes you feel special, who gives you a feeling that no one else does. The one who...

There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity.

I felt shame – I see this clearly, now – at the instinctive recognition in myself of an awful enfeebling fatalism, a sense that the great outcomes were but randomly connected to our endeavors, that...

en nu wist ze ook al evenveel van hem als hij van haar: dat hij voor de bioscoop een studio had gehad en daarvoor roadie was geweest. Behalve dan dat hij een Fender had viel...

And the snow that fell onto the roof in winter… it fell softly… softly… and it covered the house, the armchair, the books, the children’s voices. It covered Anna and Abel, covered their parallel world,...

Its just human nature. People forget past and only care about their present and don’t think what will happen in future…

From the moment we are born, we begin to die.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

After all, suicide is contagious.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?

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.

I feel her tears every night hitting the hard dusty ground of my dessert heart and making a whooshing noise that echoes through my bones and veins with great anguish. It’s the worst feeling I’ve...

To love and not be loved; is to die and not be dead

But in Ward 9 the air had a real quality, it clamped itself over your face like a pad of cotton wool, soaked through with the sweet chloroform of utter sadness. – Ward 9

And that’s just it. This is how it is. Always. To pay attention to things. People. It’s too easy to fail other people. And the good-byes. You never have the time you think. It brings...

He was the monster. That was what Kahlan saw. And she had sent him away in a collar to be tortured. Because he was a monster that needed to be collared, a beast.

Sometimes I feel so alone in the world. A tiny speck of nothing in a sea of emptiness.

No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop;…

I got an A on the third quiz in American history, an A, dammit. Last time I got a Bup from a Cand my father said,”if you can get a Cyou can get a B,if...

He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.

It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would...

She saw it in her mind’s eye like a movie playing, the haunting memories from her childhood she couldn’t seem to shake blending together into one raw, aching image. Her mother lying in a darkened...

Accept that you’re just a product, not a gift.

Katherine screwed her nose up at the taste of the instant coffee.Grace laughed. “Trust me. You love this stuff. You can’t start your day without it.””Well that is just depressing,” Katherine murmured, chasing a pea...

There was no point in wallowing. Magnus refused towallow. Wallowing was for elephants, depressing people, and depressing elephants.

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

All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!

Although sex was something they both regarded as perilous, marriage had, by contrast, seemed safe– a safe house in a world of danger; the ultimate haven of two solitary, fearful souls. When you were single,...

Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that...

from the beginning, through themiddle years and up to theend:too bad, too bad, too bad.

I no longer pursue happiness, for it alludes me in every occasion. It is as if I’m trying to find something that is invisible, and sometimes I can’t help to wonder if I’m the only...

…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.

Well, enough of this introspection. It’s depressing, quite frankly.

Living with hope is like rubbing up against a cheese grater. It keeps taking slices off you until there’s so little left you just crumble.

The pretty ones are usually unhappy. They expect everyone to be enamored of their beauty. How can a person be content when their happiness lies in someone else’s hands, ready to be crushed at any...

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