Why have I done this to myself? I gaze into the mirror. In its reflection, I see only my own meaninglessness. And so I scream.
Everything that lives is designed to end. We are perpetually trapped in a never-ending spiral of life and death. Is this a curse? Or some kind of punishment? I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle...and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him.
I seek to learn and and adopt all facets of humanity! Some desire love! Others family! Only then did I realize the truth...the core of humanity...is conflict. They fight. Steal. Kill. This is humanity in its purest form!
We are alive after all. And being alive is pretty much a constant stream of embarrassment.
"Meet thy doom, o wretched man!" "Pisseth off!"

*Mental illness* is a term the powers use to homogenize people. I think I don't reach mental illness. I am merely politically ill.
Why assume that something that has no presence, existence or qualities has to be terrifying?
This is real darkness. It's not death or war or child molestation. Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart.
It's like every time I'm talking to people I'm choosing Option D, 'none of the above'... Is that moralism?
"What about when everyone is poor?" "That's really not a proper romance story. That's more like everyday life!"
You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you. Given enough time you would wipe us all out and replace us with nothing - just by accident.
"How long had he been there?" Empathy: "If you say 'two days maybe' it will be etched in her mind forever."
Ancient reptilian brain: "This is death. One more door, baby. One more door." "Will I be ... a ghost now?" Ancient reptilian brain: "Brother, you already were a ghost. Up there, screaming - along with all of them. Scaring each other. Haunting each other. It's the living who are ghosts. The dead are silent. They don't rattle windows or write letters in blood. The living do. Leave them behind. Rest."
Conceptualization: "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have the exact features of a savage art critic, with that beard and those clothes! Disheveled and *prophetic*. Perhaps you should try to critique architecture too." "Hold on, is architecture also art?" Conceptualization: "Of course not, it's autism. Box-drawing. Masturba**** with a ruler and a sextant or whatever they use."

When we suffer, we do it in silence. And the world likes it that way.

If the world was reborn in your image, would it be paradise or perdition?
When I was a girl, I dreamt of standing in a room looking at a girl who was and was not myself, who stood looking at another girl, who also was and was not myself.
The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist.
We all have our crosses to bear. But there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool.
You know what the difference between a man and a parasite is? A man creates. A parasite asks 'where's my share?'
Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice.

The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.
I don't need friends!!! ... I'VE GOT KNIVES!!! / (throws a knife) / I'm... out of knives.
It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... Should be burning in hell.
I was just lowering my hp because I didn't want to be rude.
I can't go to hell. I'm all out of vacation days.
Have you ever thought about a world where everything is the same... except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you. Ha, ha... the thought terrifies me.
NEVER INTERACT WITH ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE.

This is the price she pays for seeing things differently. Because once you gaze into the relentless darkness, all that lurks within it can see you too.
Have you died before? It's a serious question. When the illusion of self is shattered, you simply cease to be. Though it may not seem that way to others, you know when it is true. You can feel it, a stranger in your own body, an imposter and nothing is the same ever again.
The hardest battles are fought in the mind.
They've taken his soul. To these gods you cannot pray. They can break you, but not your promise. Even death won't keep you apart. Through his darkness you will find him. In your sword still beats a heart.
Turn your back on death and you only see the shadow that it casts. The longer you hide from it, the longer the shadow grows, until all you can see is darkness.
Maybe that's why people fear seeing the world through her eyes. Because if you believe Senua's reality is twisted, you must also accept yours might be too...
Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

Are you broken?! I didn't know humans could break!
The Enrichment Center reminds you that the Companion Cube will never threaten to stab you and, in fact, cannot speak. In the event that the Companion Cube does speak, the Enrichment Center urges you to disregard its advice.
Oh, you think you're doing some damage? Two plus two is [static] … ten. IN BASE FOUR! I'M FINE!

You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.
Just once I'd like to ask someone for help and hear them say, "Sure. Let's go. Right now. No strings attached".
Some women find facial scars attractive; mind you, most of those women are krogan.
You are more individualistic than any other species I've encountered. Put three humans in a room, there will be six opinions.
We do not experience fear, but we understand how it affects you.
We organics are driven by emotion instead of logic. We will fight even when we know we cannot win.

FIND MY CAT PIX. PLEASE. MY HEART IS BROKEN.
Can we build another pirate fort and keep the world out?
I was eating those beans-are you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ insane? I WAS EATING THOSE BEANS!
Everybody lies. No exceptions.