“A man ten times regrets having
spoken, for the once he regrets his silence. And why? Because the fact
of having spoken is an external fact, which may involve one in
annoyances, since it is an actuality. But the fact of having kept silent!
Yet this is the most dangerous thing of all. For by keeping silent one is
relegated solely to oneself, no actuality comes to a man’s aid by
punishing him, by bringing down upon him the consequences of his
speech. No, in this respect, to be silent is the easy way. But he who
knows what the dreadful is, must for this very reason be most fearful
of every fault, of every sin, which takes an inward direction and leaves
no outward trace.”
Source: The Sickness Unto Death: A Christian Psychological Exposition for Upbuilding and Awakening
“Sometimes despair sweeps across my consciousness like luna winds across a barren moonscape. Ironshod horses rage back and forth over every nerve.”
Source: The Cancer Journals
“Is this pain and despair that surround me a result of cancer, or has it just been released by cancer? I feel so unequal to what I always handled before, the abominations outside that echo the pain within.”
Source: The Cancer Journals
“There was, Julia Prescott decided, only the finest razor-edge between depression and despair. Depression had been constant for weeks, familiar, creeping up on her like a prowler in tennis shoes. But despair was the dreaded spectre behind the closed door, springing forth just when you least expected it.
['Through the Eyes of Love']”
Source: A Place Like Home: Short Stories
“His words resonated with something deep inside Amy’s mind. She did run around, trying desperately to get somewhere, and what was the point? Was there a point?”
Source: Horrorstör
“I hadn't realized that misery maybe got worse the older you were.”
Source: When the Tripods Came
“It’s a big black bloody world full of a million black and bloody hells, and when those hells collide it’s time for us to sit up and take fucking notice.”
Source: Nineteen Eighty
“I lit my last cigarette and said my little prayers.
Clare, here’s one for you.
Susan, here’s one for you.
Jeanette, here’s one for you.
Paula, they’re all for you.
And the unborn.
I sat there, singing along to The Little Drummer Boy, with those far off days, those days of grace, coming down.
Waiting for the blue lights.
Ninety miles an hour.”
Source: Nineteen Seventy-Four
“Death for a noble cause, I understand, but...death for its own sake? Death as the...as the noble cause? That's not a good answer, either. It's not as bad as theirs, not as bad as those who are marching against you out there, but that...the fact that it's the worst answer doesn't make it a good answer. Isn't...isn't worshiping the inevitability of death just, like, just another bullshit way of trying to have the illusion of control over it?”
Source: Monsters in a Mirror: Strange Tales from the Chapel Perilous
“We are all wandering under the stars, trying to find our way home.”
Source: Life’s Events In Focus