No one here gets out alive.
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
You’ve got to find a way to survive because they win when your soul dies.
Despair is suffering without meaning.
It’s brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
Life is unfair. And it’s not fair that life is unfair.
In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide.
Alone in a world, With millions of souls Walking in circles Trapped in their dreams unhealthy, unclean walking in circles, now do not disturb scream in silence everyone’s sleeping.
Each man has a breaking point, no matter how strong his spirit. Somewhere, deep inside him, there is a flaw that only the fickle cruelty of fate can find.
Life in the state of nature is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
What the hell am I doing with my life?
What the hell am I doing here?
The loneliest moment in life is when you have just experienced that which you thought would deliver the ultimate, and it has just let you down.