Quotes About Hopelessness

Violence is, in fact, an act of despair in one's own capacity to achieve as a human being.

He sensed between them an understanding too deep to articulate: the unspeakable knowledge that everything is lost.

People across history speak of being haunted by suicides and tempted by them toward the grave.

I can only tell you how I felt. Ugly. disgusting. Stupid. Small. Worthless. Forgotten. It just feels like there's no choice. Like it's the most logical thing to do because what else is there? You think, No one will even miss me. They won't know I'm gone. The world will go on, and it won't matter that I'm not here. Maybe it's better if I was never here.

You were up on the ledge because you didn't know where else to turn and what else to do. You'd lost all hope.

Nothing could be more heart rending than this mute and motionless dispair

He knew that, from now on, every day would be alike, that they would all bring the same sufferings. And he saw the weeks, the months, the years that awaited him, gloomy and implacable, coming one after the other, falling on him and suffocating him bit by bit. When the future is without hope, the present takes on a vile, bitter taste.

A horribly bitter taste came into his mouth: the futility of everything, the eternal pain of existence.

Mais il avait oublié l'inventaire, il ne voyait pas son empire, ces magasins crevant de richesses. Tout avait disparu, les victoires bruyantes d'hier, la fortune colossale de demain. D'un regard désespéré, il suivait Denise, et quand elle eut passé la porte, il n'y eut plus rien, la maison devint noire.

On May 5, 1896, he wrote in his diary; "I have no longer anything to say; everything is alike in its horrible cruelty.

Ey adalet, ne korkunç bir umutsuzlukla s?k?l?yor insan?n yüreÄŸi!

When the future is without hope, the present tastes appallingly bitter.

Oh, Justice, what frightful despair oppresses our hearts!

The world is surely not worth living now, is it?

She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.

Trebao sam se tada znijiti krvlju, toliko je bio o?ajan bol moje žudnje... tolika strastvenost mojih molbi da je vidim barem na tren! Ali je nisam vidio.

It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

America is particularly boastful of her great power, her enormous national wealth. Poor America, of what avail is all her wealth, if the individuals comprising the nation are wretchedly poor? If they live in squalor, in filth, in crime, with hope and joy gone, a homeless, soilless army of human prey.

the ultimate despair.

În fiecare zi furam sticle de alcool, le îngropam pe cele goale È™i aveam nevoie de cantit??i din ce în ce mai mari ca s?-mi alung gândurile.

Someday, he thought as he went under, he really would sleep forever. Waking up was just too damned much trouble. Without Kelly, everything was. When Your Head is in the Stars, You're Everywhere "KELLY, HE'S crying.

Crick had arrived and stumbled into the house, intent on rest and quiet before he killed himself to escape the pain.