Quotes About Hopelessness

Sex is the last resort of the miserable

Who among the angels will hear me if I cry? I stand in the dank and he dark, amid my wasted life, not knowing what to do, unable to make any decision, and weep. My hopes were extinguished a long while ago, and now any tinder of dignity follows suit.

I didn't work for more than two years. I sat on the couch and waited for work to come in. I got depressed, went into the abyss.

I was so low that I wanted to exit. And I took a bunch of pills, and they were sleeping pills. And at least they would put me to sleep, and maybe I wouldn't wake up, and that was fine.

Even the news, to me, or newspapers, I have a hard time getting into it because it all sucks you into this negative, bad, there-is-no-hope side of it.

All of a sudden their husband's dead and maybe a child is dead and they have absolutely nothing - and they're heading through the desert at night.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

I have a suicide impulse.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

Suicide is not a remedy.

There was a time I thought I'd never see the sun again.

Wie meine Träume nach Dir schrein. Wir sind uns mühsam fremd geworden, Jetzt will es mir die Seele morden Dies arme, bange Einsamsein. Kein Hoffen, das die Segel bauscht. Nur diese weite, weisse Stille, In die mein thatenloser Wille In athemlosem Bangen lauscht.

En ese autoengaño, su genio deserta, su musa lo abandona. Se queda sin creatividad, sin esperanzas. Confía en ti mismo.

For many in our high-paced world, despair is not a moment; it is a way of life.

That's life for you, said MacDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can hurt you no more.

the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for dinner

L'atmosfera di burocrazia ucciderebbe qualsiasi cosa respirasse aria di sforzo umano, estinguerebbe parimenti speranza e timore sotto la supremazia di carta e inchiostro.

Conocen ustedes la maldad de la inanición prolongada, su tormento desesperante, sus pensamientos oscuros, su ferocidad sombría y meditabunda

And ye have seen desiring without fruit, Those whose desire would have been quieted, Which evermore is given them for a grief. I speak of Aristotle and of Plato

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

The spirit gone, man is garbage.

I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.

Good fortune, contentment, peace, happiness have never been able to deceive me for long. I expected the worst, and I was right. So much for the dream of man.