Quotes About Hopelessness

In Mangando and Marimbanguengo, I saw the full misery and evil of the war, the pointlessness of it all, in the soldiers' eyes, like those of wounded birds, in their state of despair and abandon, in the second lieutenant in shorts sprawled on the table, the stray dogs gobbling up leftovers on the parade ground, the flag hanging from the flag­pole like a limp penis, I saw it in the twenty-year-old men sitting in the shade in silence, like old men in parks...

This look?" Bastian says, and flourishes his fat hand. "The way he's got nothing left? A German soldier never reaches this point. There's a name for this look. It's called 'circling the drain.'

Opera houses! Cities on the moon! Ridiculous. They would all do better to put their faces on the curbs and wait for the boys who come through the city dragging sledges stacked with corpses.

in the night, seeing that all hope was gone, every single man committed suicide.

You can call it that if you like, but what was I to do? I was desperate. I would have had to move out. I had no job, no income, nowhere to go. Philip was in the cemetery and nobody cared about me.

that moment, Fraser was utterly aware of the smallness of the room, the hopelessness of a life broken.

As far as he could see, the communist system was defeating itself without his help. How else to explain the forlorn hopelessness of its capital?

was finished the moment I came to this country,' he said quietly. 'I was twelve years old and I didn't want to be here. Nobody wanted me to be here. I was trash – Romanian trash – and the first chance they got, they threw me in this place and forgot about me. You think anyone will read this letter? You think anyone will care? No! I could die in here.

I die of thirst beside the fountain.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

But Gregor understood easily that it was not only consideration for him which prevented their moving, for he could easily have been transported in a suitable crate with a few air holes; what mainly prevented the family from moving was their complete hopelessness and the thought that they had been struck by a misfortune as none of their relatives and acquaintances had ever been hit.

There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one's own novel.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

Thin, without fever, not cold, not warm, with empty eyes, without a shirt, the young man under the stuffed quilt heaves himself up, hangs around my throat and whispers in my ear, Doctor, let me die.

Without any way out, not even toward the depth.

No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.

to be sure, all that pointless standing about and waiting day after day always starting all over again without any prospect of change, will wear a man down and make him doubtful, and ultimately incapable of anything but that despairing standing about.

Gaunt, without any fever, not cold, not warm, with vacant eyes, without a shirt, the youngster heaved himself up from under the feather bedding, threw his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear: 'Doctor, let me die.

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Gaunt, without any fever, not cold, not warm, with vacant eyes, without a shirt, the youngster heaved himself up from under the feather bedding, threw his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear: Doctor, let me die.

Addiction is a crazy disease. It's a progressive disease when it's not dealt with; it don't care who it takes, and it takes it all. You wind up losing your house, your home, your reputation.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

Nothing goes right. I joined Gamblers Anonymous. They gave me two-to-one I don't make it.