Quotes About Hopelessness

Probably nobody ever jogs toward the room where they will write their suicide note

May knew John had a very bad tendency, when things got unusually difficult, to sink with an almost sensuous pleasure into a warm bath of despair. Once you've handed the reins over to despair, to mix a metaphor just a teeny bit, your job is done. You don't have to sweat it any more, you've taken yourself out of the game. Despair is the bench, and you are warming it.

Life has become unbearable ... Forgive me.

I feel like I'm eighty years old. I'm tired of life and my mind wants to die.

In the face of such hopelessness as our eventual, unavoidable death, there is little sense in not at least trying to accomplish all of your wildest dreams in life.

Everywhere I looked life seemed to be full of problems and they were just going to go on and on. It was never going to get any better.

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.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

Love", I said, "is the rug they pull out from under you. Love is Lucy always lifting the football at the last second so that Charlie Brown falls on his ass. Love is something that every time you believe in it, it goes away. Love is for suckers, and I'm not going to be a sucker ever again.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and you know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kinds of things.

What's wrong with the world Peter? God, I don't know. Where do you start? People give up. We're defeatists and we stop striving or fighting or enjoying things. It doesn't matter what you're talking about - war, work, marriage, democracy, love, it all fails because everybody gives up trying after a while, we can't help ourselves. And don't ask me to solve it because I am the worst. I'd escape tomorrow if I could, from every single thing I've always wanted.

Too often, we fall into the trap of preach­ing the gospel to adults and the law to chil­dren: "God wants you to be good boys and girls." It is not that there is no truth in that state­ment, but with­out the right con­text and qual­i­fi­ca­tions it is a recipe for hope­less­ness.

This is the vicious cycle. When we feel pain from our physical debility, that pain amplifies our sense of hopelessness; the less hopeful we feel, the fewer endorphins and enkephalins and the more CCK we release. The more pain we experience due to these neurochemicals, the less able we are to feel hope.

If America and the Western world continue in their state of unconscious hopelessness, lack of faith and of fortitude, it is predictable that they will not be able to resist the temptation of the big bang by nuclear weapons, which would end all problems - overpopulation, boredom, and hunger - since it would do away with all life.

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.

Er erkannte die Hoffnungslosigkeit, zu der Gerechtigkeit und Mitgefühl ewig verurteilt waren: immer wieder an Selbstsucht, Gleichgültigkeit und Angst zu stranden.

They were living corpses and died like flies in frost. The Small camp was full of them. They were broken and lost and nothing could save them—not even freedom.

Elgyöngülök, egyszerre csak nem bírom tovább. Nem akarok már káromkodni, nincs értelme, szeretnék összeesni, és sohasem kelni fel többé.

Mi alzo: sono contento. Vengano i mesi e gli anni, non mi prenderanno più nulla. Sono tanto solo, tanto privo di speranza che posso guardare dinanzi a me senza timore. La vita, che mi ha portato attraverso questi anni, è ancora nelle mie mani e nei miei occhi. Se io abbia saputo dominarla, non so. Ma finché dura, essa si cercherà la sua strada, vi consenta o non vi consenta quell'essere, che nel mio interno dice io

Er war in der Stimmung eines Menschen, der nachmittags geschlafen hat und es nicht gewohnt ist – herausgefallen aus allen Beziehungen und reif für einen raschen, sinnlosen Selbstmord.

He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.

GryzÄ™ poduszki, zaciskam pi??ci na ?elaznych prÄ™tach Å'ó?ka. Nie powinienem byÅ' tu przyje?d?a?. Tam byÅ'em zobojÄ™tniaÅ'y i czÄ™sto pozbawiony nadziei. Nigdy ju? nie wrócÄ™ do tego stanu. ByÅ'em ?oÅ'nierzem, a teraz jestem niczym wiÄ™cej, jak bólem z powodu siebie, z powodu matki, z powodu wszystkiego, co jest tak beznadziejne i bez koÅ"ca. Nie powinienem byÅ' jecha? na urlop.

Jestem m?ody, mam dwadzie?cia lat; ale z ?ycia nie znam nic poza rozpacz?, ?mierci?, trwog? i spojeniem w jeden ?a?cuch najniedorzeczniejszej p?asko?ci z ca?? otch?ani? cierpienia.

Mul tuleb nõrkushoog peale ja ma tunnen äkki, et ei suuda enam. Ma ei tahagi enam sõimata, sest see on mõttetu, vaid üksnes maha kukkuda ja mitte kunagi enam tõusta.