Quotes About Hopelessness

I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die

Time to get up time to get washed time to have lunch time to go to bed. What's the point if I never get up again what difference would it make? I might just as well be dead. You might just as well be dead. We all just as well be dead! This isn't living. This is…

Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I'm terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we'll be shot. That, of course, is a fairly dismal prospect.

wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

I'll spare you the rest of our conversations. I'm very calm and take no notice of all the fuss. I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway. I'll just let matters take their course and concentrate on studying and hope that everything will be all right in the end.

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When we think we can do it all ourselves--fix, save, buy, or date a nice solution--it's hopeless. We're going to screw things up. We're going to get our tentacles wrapped around things and squirt our squiddy ink all over, so that there is even less visibility, and then we're going to squeeze the very life out of everything.

Can you imagine the hopelessness of trying to live a spiritual life when you're secretly looking up at the skies not for illumination or direction, but to gauge, miserably, the odds of rain?

Even my Buddhist friends have been feeling despair and when they go bad, you know the end is nigh.

There is the absolute hopelessness we face that everyone we love will die, even our newborn granddaughter, even as we trust and know that love will give rise to growth, miracles, and resurrection.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

For what can the damned really have to say to the damned?

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments of exquisite happiness there was the darkness lurking, the sense of our frailty and our hopelessness.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself. I

Sifting through these layers of belongings while Ira stood mute behind her, Maggie had a sudden view of her life as circular. It forever repeated itself, and it was entirely lacking in hope.

Suppose now, not to give them flour, lard. Just dead inside

Surely there comes a moment in every human's life when he or she says, like the Sibyl - I wish to die.

But mostly it feels sad, often hopeless, and hot with loneliness.

So what's on the agenda for tonight? (Danger) Migraine, futility, possible death. Same as every night, I guess. (Alexion)

The dread of futility has been my life-long plague.

I'm prone to a more depressed outlook on life.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.