Quotes About Hopelessness

And nothing to look backward to with pride,And nothing to look forward to with hope.

The suicide wants the very thing that a coward fears.

Suicides, in his experience, were perfectly capable of feigning an interest in a future they had no intention of inhabiting.

People do kill themselves, you know, Miranda, when they think their whole reason for living is being taken away from them. Even the fact that other people think their suffering is a joke isn't enough to shake them out of it.

You can live with hopelessness for only so long before you are, in fact, hopeless.

It was just a story about despair.

Don't you get it? We are The Walking Dead!

It's never-ever going to be okay, never-ever-ever-ever-ever.

A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.

and his goose would be cooked; probably suicide would be his only way out.

All of the rest of it was still black, lightlessly black, black as if light were an unconvincing myth… - Hellhound

She looked at them as they looked at each other, and knew why, for the hopelessness was as bright in their eyes as the love.

The bitter thought against which Don Juan hopelessly rebels is the same thought that contains the promise of Tristan's consolation: the thought of death. Don Juanism and Tristanism are extreme responses to a perception that lies at the root of human attraction and human love: the thought of our common mortality.

That was the first time in my life that I knew the meaning of despair. I read, I worked, I drank, I whored, but came the morning after and I was always me, by myself.

But it was an unrefrigerated world. And everything ended badly.

Where humans were concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure; and sorrow, for the hopelessness of it all.

I'm cold, the lover says, let's go back, but there is no road, no way, the boat is wrecked.

He would smile at times, but I never heard him laugh aloud," said Louisa Boggs. "He was a sad man . . . he seemed almost in despair."124 Grant seemed to be staring into an abyss. "I don't think he saw a light ahead—not a particle. I don't think he had any ambition further than to educate and take care of his family.

And Josh wanted to tell her what he knew: that love might look like a shore but turn out to be a desert island, where you roamed alone, talking to yourself, trying to crack open coconuts with your shoe. So thirsty you drank the salt water. So hungry you ate the sand.

Not anymore—not exactly." If I'd had more words, I'd have described Greenstone's last operational motel, the Voyageur, a peeling L-shaped heap with scraggy whirlwinds of litter roaming the parking lot. Though technically "open," the Voyageur is always full, its rooms permanently occupied by the owner's grown children who failed to rise on the outside.

But the rope is still more horrible when it forms the noose around the necks of weak and ignorant people.

The world is full of dead optimists.

Everything feels like the end of the world, and you can't reason with someone who can't see tomorrow.

Je ne veux plus faire de cauchemars. Je ne veux plus chercher à atteindre une petite fille que je ne peux pas sauver. Le monde est cruel. Notre boulot est sans espoir. Je ne sais même plus comment aimer. J'ai juste besoin de haïr.