Quotes About Hopelessness

Non rendetemi felice. Non riempitemi, per favore, non lasciate che mi persuada che qualcosa di buono possa venire fuori da tutto ciò. Guardate i miei lividi. Guardate questo taglio. Vedete il taglio che ho nel cuore? Lo vedete allargarsi proprio sotto i vostri occhi, lo vedete consumarsi? Non voglio più sperare. Non voglio pregare che Max sia sano e salvo. O alex Steiner. Il mondo non li merita.

because people so poor that they can't even afford shame and I wait.

I came of age in the Sixties, when there were chances, when it was all there waiting. Now they seep out of school – to what? To nothing, to fuck-all. The young (you can see it in their faces), the stegosaurus-rugged no-hopers, the parrot-crested blankies – they've come up with an appropriate response to this, which is: nothing. Which is nothing, which is fuck-all. The dole-queue starts at the exit to the playground.

Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness.

lethargy which springs from despair.

Eram o insul? abandonat? în mijlocul oceanului, f?r? trecut È™i cu siguran?? f?r? viitor.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

Today it is bad, and day by day it will get worse?until at last the worst of all arrives.

It will generally be found that as soon the terrors of live reach the point where they outweigh the terrors of death, a man will put an end to his life.

We should always be mindful of the fact that no man is ever very far from the state in which he would readily want to seize a sword or poison in order to bring his existence to an end.

The TV channels never ran out of sponsorship for their live telecasts of despair. They never ran out of despair

He didn't know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough.

Goodman insisted there was nothing to be done.

He found the bullets for the gun and contemplated suicide.

I was not living but actively dying.

everyone is dead and this is hell.

Here is something I learned in 1922: there are always worse things waiting. You think you have seen the most terrible thing, the one that coalesces all your nightmares into a freakish horror that actually exists, and the only consolation is that there can be nothing worse. Even if there is, your mind will snap at the sight of it, and you will know no more. But there is worse, your mind does not snap, and somehow you carry on. You might understand that all the joy has gone...

A DESPERATE MAN, HE'S A READY-MADE VICTIM

There's no future in England's dreamingNo future, no future, no future for youNo future, no future, no future for me

sobs that contained the death of dreams and the dread knowledge of months of heartbreak ahead.

I swore I wouldn't contact you again. But six weeks on, and I feel no better. Being without you-thousands of miles from you-offer is no relief at all. The fact that I am no longer tormented by your presence, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly desire, has not healed me. It has made things worse. My future feels like a bleak, empty road.

There was no one left to anchor her to the earth, no one who cared about her. There was nothing to go on to, nothing to return to.

I thought about the warm skin and soft hair and hands of someone living, someone who was far cleverer and funnier than I would ever be and who still couldn't see a better future than to obliterate himself.

Sometimes there are hurts so deep that they exist in a country that has no spoken language, a place where all landscapes are blighted and no sun ever shines.