Quotes About Dejection

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

I do not love famous nightclubs. They make me feel very cheerless and abandoned. Am I applying that word correctly? Abandoned?

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable

The spirit gone, man is garbage.

What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

Week after week he swung between the extremes of hope and dejection

Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.

And depression settled over the kitchen like a wet fog.

After tea, when both Mrs Fisher and Lady Caroline had disappeared again—it was quite evident that nobody wanted her—she was more dejected than ever, overwhelmed by the discrepancy between the splendour outside her, the warm, teeming beauty and self-sufficiency of nature, and the blank emptiness of her heart.

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there's no point.

He criticizes himself in front of others. When people are nice to him, he distances or somehow undermines the relationship. Alex tries to maintain the status quo. When the environment becomes too supportive, he alters the situation so he can go back to that comfortable state of shame and dejection. If he feels superior or equal for a moment, he somehow manages to return to a lesser position.

Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

I am a total loser, in every aspect of my life. I rarely go out.

All at once I feel utterly dejected. "What was the good of it all, Mother?" I say. She strokes my hand. "It must have been for some good, Ernst. The Father in heaven knows, you may be sure of that.

Any fool can write about dejection, but describing happiness takes determination and skill.

I have a lifelong habit for dealing with dejection: I leave town. I first ran away from home at three. Mother helped pack my bag.

There was something inexpressibly dreary about the Casino when it was empty, she thought. You could see all of it for what it was worth, and it was never good to see anything like that.

A people whose souls are so little tuned to joy.

The whole thing made Bill lonely as the last pig in a slaughterhouse line.

No messages. Morale losing altitude.

Then Maurice said in affectionate yet dejected tones, 'All right. To Hell with it,' and they passed on together in the rain.

While he was at Lichfield, in the college vacation of the year 1729, he felt himself overwhelmed with an horrible hypochondria, with perpetual irritation, fretfulness, and impatience; and with a dejection, gloom, and despair, which made existence misery. From this dismal malady he never afterwards was perfectly relieved; and all his labours, and all his enjoyments, were but temporary interruptions of its baleful influence.